High Hippies...I mean, 'Hi, Hippies!"
Chief Crappy Hair, of the Hippy tribe, initiates our annual sacrifice to the Sun God to warrant off evil booking agents.
Mr. Bobby Sox needs longer arms to get one of these treats.
Maybe he can snag it from this side...
These rabbit ears should fix the reception on that 12 inch RCA TV.
Katie decides to stick her neck out.