The hippy movement was a failure.
My family, my parents are hippies.
My cat has long hair. Like a hippy. It gets annoying because I can’t get him to shut up about Vietnam. I can’t relate, because I wasn’t there. Neither was he, because like I said, he's like a hippy.
I'm a bit of a hippie.
I hate the word 'hippy.'
I was never a hippy, per se.
Hippies? Why, I'm the original.
I love flowy hippie dresses.
Hippies are so phoney and fake.
I've always despised the hippies.
My parents are definitely reformed hippies.
Grunge is a hippied romantic version of punk.
There is a secret hippie within me.
I went through bits of the 60s and thought myself a bit of a hippy.
The hippies wanted peace and love. We wanted Ferraris, blondes and switchblades.
I was a beatnik in the '50s before the hippies came along.
I was a little too young to be a hippie.
I grew up counterculture. I'm essentially a hippie, and I'm essentially a folkie.
I'm just an old hippie. You know, peace and love.
My parents were hippies. I'm the eldest of eight children.
All hippies around now just represent complete apathy.
