AH: I am such a hippie.
Eddie: You are not.
AH: I am so. I use organic clove-flavored toothpaste and eat organic veggies and cage-free eggs and meat from non-abused cows and . . .
Eddie: Okay, okay. But you don't want to *date* a hippie.
AH: Of course I do. They are scruffy and adorable and will put up with my weird organic creations and oddly flavored toothpaste and my excellent taste in jam bands.
Eddie: But hippies are smelly and have no motivation in life. And they have yucky hair.
AH: No, no. I am talking about *Boulder hippies*. Cute, scruffy, want to go climb a mountain with the puppy and then have a fair trade coffee and a sprouted-grain english muffin type of hippies.
Eddie: I see. So these are not *real* hippies.
AH: Of course they are. But they are from Boulder. Like me! I am generally well-kempt, have a future career in mind, like to go hiking (for one day only!!! camping is dirty), and have great clothes, shoes, and purses (um, he won't have purses).
** pause **
Eddie & AH simultaneously: Aha!!! A Bippie!!!
** dating applications currently being accepted from Chicago-area Bippies - um, must like dogs and not be emotionally unavailable freaks, as previously mentioned **
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So I am currently on the lookout for non-beige shirt wearing Bippie's in Chicago. Can do. I'll send them all your way.
Ooh, and he should play the guitar. Guys are way cuter when they play the guitar - it's a fact.
And don't forget the harmonica playing.
I thought Bippie's were banned by Chicago City Ordinance.
On second thought, that was panhandlers...my mistake
::drunken:: Yeeesss! Emotional fuckwits stay away!!!
I added "guitar player" to the list of requirements of said Bippie.
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