Aulaiwon: Don't look now, but Little Bo-Peep is looking over your shoulder. I don't think she's dangerous, but she's starting to creep me out.
Apparently people went to Europe at some point. That, or an amazingly tall paper mache reconstruction.
Americans wearing berets - the downfall of modern Europe.
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.
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.
His arm tired from furious self love, Rikus required assistance holding his protest sign.
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.
If only Sean's "uptight hippy buster" costume was a costume.
