The ladies grossly misinterpret the widespread rumor that flappers loved to "pet their kitties".
A couple more tunes about love, drugs and peace and Justin would lay back and wait for the groupies to come.
If only Sean's "uptight hippy buster" costume was a costume.
Nicole: This is the biggest snoozefest of a "love-in" I've ever been to. Wake me up when everyone is naked.
John-Mark ate the happy brownies.
Not part of the act, it turns out Randy was just really fed up with Joe's shit.
Even as fake hippies, the class couldn't resist the allure of sweatshop-free hemp garments.
Deprived of marijuana, hippies become far too focused for their own good.
Justin (singing): Baby killer, baby killer. The rest of this song...is purely filler. Fa la la la la.
Joe: We may be hippies Rachel, but there ain't no way we're having a group hug. Half these people didn't wear deodorant today.
Mari had to remind John-Mark about the spirit of the 60s after he repeatedly slapped unsuspecting freshmen with his 'Stop the Fighting' protest sign.
Our lone Mock Trial picture. The rest of the evidence was shredded.
Jennifer: I've got a fifth of vodka and a gallon of orange juice in my backpack. Wanna get out of here?
The caroling mafia prepares for another show and ring kissing ceremony.
