When I was a teenager, there were not too many things I wouldn't do for fun. And in the late 60's and early 70's there was a lot of fun to be had. It was the best time to be a teen. The music was legendary, the cars were some of the coolest cars ever, and the weed was also quite good from what I was told. Yeah... I never tried it; I think. Well, I just can't remember very well anymore. Hmmmm.... I might have tried it once. But surely I'd remember. Doesn't smoking Maryjane do something to your brain? I think it did or does. Who the hell cares, didn't matter much if you smoked pot or not. If you were riding around or parked with a bunch of your Pot smoking buds, guess what? You guessed it! By god you're a meeply genius. That car was so full of smoke you had to use a flashlight to see the person next to you. And the best part, you could sit there claim you didn't smoke and say thanks anyway and reap the rewards.
BTW, I hate that term Shut the front door. I know what you want to say. And to all that use the word friggin or friken. Come on! It's just like saying the F word. When someone says it in a business setting, I really feel like they said Fuckin. Neither word to me is appropriate in public or professional setting. Now if you said.... The man across the street put his meeply trash can in my drive way! I wouldn't have an issue. You can substitute anything in the place of meeply. It could be damn trash, or Fuckin trash. Now go ahead and try to find a non offensive substitute for friggin, or fricken. Here's one... He's driving me friken crazy. Now, the better word choice..... He' s driving me meeply crazy. Much nicer for all. Meeply doesn't have that vulgar undertone. And since I don't own any children, I am curious if the words friggen or friken are acceptable to say at home, church and school? Someone fill me in on this. I hear all kinds of other stuff that schools don't allow so just wondering.
And STFD, everyone is saying it. It shocks me a bit that it is so accepted now. We know what people are trying not to say which is STFU.. whatever. But I digress. I'm meeply crazy! Sorry, so sorry, I forgot the subject. I forget things all the time now. I bet it was all that secondary pot smoke I didn't want to inhale.
Anyway, the 70's were just an extension of the 60's. as far as I'm concerned. And 1969 was a very, very good year. I have so many good memories of that year. Our astronauts landed and walked on the moon, weed was only 5 bucks a bag, an ounce of pot was only 60 bucks, there were no cellphones and GPS for parents to track you down and then....there was WOODSTOCK. I wished I could have gone to Woodstock, I regret that so much. I could have been the naked chick wrapped in a muddy pink blanket on the cover of the Woodstock album. I could tell your grandkids and kids....look here, this is a photo of me on this album. And they would say....really? I'd say...yeah. They would say...why were you naked? And I would have to say... cause it's fun to run around naked when everyone else is naked. And everyone should run naked in the night just once in their lives. And when I was a teen, I did just that. I ran naked in the night with a bunch of my girlfriends. That's right, buck neckid as some call it. Back then it was known as streaking. And I can vividly remember doing it. We were at an apartment complex in Wilson Point. The fellows were inside and we stepped out into the hall ( someone made sure the peep hole in the door was covered with tape so the boys couldn't see, how innocent) removed our shoes and every stitch of clothing and ran down the stairs out the door into the yard around the apartment and the whole time we were streaking we were screaming and laughing, mostly because cars were going by and when their headlights hit us we would run faster and laugh harder. When we ran up the steps to don our clothing, our clothes were gone. We screamed at the boys to open the door but they just threw our clothes at us and locked the door. I grabbed frantically at the pile trying to find my stuff and ended up wearing clothes that didn't belong to me. That was the first and only time I went streaking. The experience was so freeing. I wish the fad would come around again. I think I would streak again.
BTW, I hate that term Shut the front door. I know what you want to say. And to all that use the word friggin or friken. Come on! It's just like saying the F word. When someone says it in a business setting, I really feel like they said Fuckin. Neither word to me is appropriate in public or professional setting. Now if you said.... The man across the street put his meeply trash can in my drive way! I wouldn't have an issue. You can substitute anything in the place of meeply. It could be damn trash, or Fuckin trash. Now go ahead and try to find a non offensive substitute for friggin, or fricken. Here's one... He's driving me friken crazy. Now, the better word choice..... He' s driving me meeply crazy. Much nicer for all. Meeply doesn't have that vulgar undertone. And since I don't own any children, I am curious if the words friggen or friken are acceptable to say at home, church and school? Someone fill me in on this. I hear all kinds of other stuff that schools don't allow so just wondering.
And STFD, everyone is saying it. It shocks me a bit that it is so accepted now. We know what people are trying not to say which is STFU.. whatever. But I digress. I'm meeply crazy! Sorry, so sorry, I forgot the subject. I forget things all the time now. I bet it was all that secondary pot smoke I didn't want to inhale.
Anyway, the 70's were just an extension of the 60's. as far as I'm concerned. And 1969 was a very, very good year. I have so many good memories of that year. Our astronauts landed and walked on the moon, weed was only 5 bucks a bag, an ounce of pot was only 60 bucks, there were no cellphones and GPS for parents to track you down and then....there was WOODSTOCK. I wished I could have gone to Woodstock, I regret that so much. I could have been the naked chick wrapped in a muddy pink blanket on the cover of the Woodstock album. I could tell your grandkids and kids....look here, this is a photo of me on this album. And they would say....really? I'd say...yeah. They would say...why were you naked? And I would have to say... cause it's fun to run around naked when everyone else is naked. And everyone should run naked in the night just once in their lives. And when I was a teen, I did just that. I ran naked in the night with a bunch of my girlfriends. That's right, buck neckid as some call it. Back then it was known as streaking. And I can vividly remember doing it. We were at an apartment complex in Wilson Point. The fellows were inside and we stepped out into the hall ( someone made sure the peep hole in the door was covered with tape so the boys couldn't see, how innocent) removed our shoes and every stitch of clothing and ran down the stairs out the door into the yard around the apartment and the whole time we were streaking we were screaming and laughing, mostly because cars were going by and when their headlights hit us we would run faster and laugh harder. When we ran up the steps to don our clothing, our clothes were gone. We screamed at the boys to open the door but they just threw our clothes at us and locked the door. I grabbed frantically at the pile trying to find my stuff and ended up wearing clothes that didn't belong to me. That was the first and only time I went streaking. The experience was so freeing. I wish the fad would come around again. I think I would streak again.
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