This is a beautiful example of why, when the shit hits the fan, our type will survive thrive and the bunny-hugging hippies will quickly self-select for extinction.
Tags: Hippies, Hunting
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I intend to keep a harem of hot moral-free hippie chicks. I keep them fed they can keep me happy.
Another reason why we win. 🙂
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