Me and Mrs. Boogie were walking around our local library, enjoying a perfectly fine Sunday, when we stumbled across and event. A small crowd facing a smaller stage, where singers and musicians wore brightly colored clothes and sang angst ridden songs about a sad world, good coffee, and the lack of dedicated mates. We were definitely in the thick of hippies. The unshaven masses, adorned in bandannas, and thrift shop attire, collectively patting each other on the back for being so deep.
Naturally, me and the missus have little interest in intermingling in the collective, so we walked away posthaste. Upon reaching the parking lot, we see an older model Winnebago, spiffied up with fresh paint done in natural hues. On the side of the vehicle was this picture:
The conversation went as follows:
Boogie: Oh look, a happy colored Winnebago parked next to a hippie event. How bizarre.
Mrs. B: You'd almost expect there to be some muppets in crocheted hats jumping out with bongos or something wouldn't you?
Boogie: I know! Well, at least this one's been spruced up for public appearance. I was getting a little tired of the rusty VW's.
(A long pause while staring at the artwork)
Mrs. B: When did Mother Earth get a face?
Boogie: And why does it look like Jennifer Lopez?
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