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Todays H&L's are: Your happy smiley hare Krishna bum Vs. Your bum with blood streaming down his face yelling “My bike is gone and you just punched me in the eye!”
Rag Doll: happy jumpy air-guitar bum: Bus ride behind lady eating “THAT SANDWICH”
as she gestured to our holy grail of The Testicle on French roll Sandwich, which luckily also smelled the part. She was getting all hyphy about it in the back seat.
Her blooding bum: Having been sucked into Rupert Murdoch’s Death Zone of Myspace today. Personally I think that she is shopping for a replacement for our Bill. Defends herself by claiming that she has no friends.
And a guest appearance by our very own: Claire dog: her homeless, happy bum: having to get up early to study with her boy toy, who might be a bit too nice, but he sure is a good listener. She also talked some spanglish with her pizzamyheart homie.
Claire’s bloody bumface: a crush o’ back pain, plus a dance rehearsal at 10 pm tonight, apparently some hell of abstract shit to some classic-ass rock.
Chris’ Hare Krishna Bum was kicking some ass in English class today unexpectantly and getting brownie points with the teach cause he like mr. J londen.
We had to pause
so that rocker ass trick could answer her friggin cell phone…THEN MAKE A SECOND CALL…We ain’t havin that!
Chris’ Angry-ass bum was realizing that he had to cancel his north bay play-date because of a geology lab that he let slip his memory. Too bad sucka.
Cass:
Super bloody nose missing teeth bum, complete with granola dreadlocks with motor oil was (you guessed it) some of her kindergardeners, tryin to get down wit their hotlunches, eatin some sloppy joes and shit.
She reports that not even fruit snack bribes could shut those fuckers up.
Her happy ass dude was getting those same wonderful children to trace themselves out on butcher paper, in a multitude
Henrys various bums live together (in a tunnel, or down by natural bridges maybe), but they all came together at his graphic design job. His happy bum actually offered him a beer at work, drinking the devil’s brewskie on the job. Very tight, very tight. Henry wanted to throw a big-UP to the movie Turk-182.
Unfortunatly, all Henry’s dirty, nas-TEE ass bum had to offer was a nasty shit that he was taking under the bridge where Henry was visiting for some strange, dark, and unknown reasons. In addition, directly after he was shat upon, he went out for some tasty PP pizza, but was shocked and appalled when he was charged TEN dollars (!) for two slices of some fairly tasty but not extra special pie.
Its worth noting that Bill was in fact not present, because he was living up the UCSC college lifestyle by watching some anime flick with girls. I guess that his day will remain a mystery.
In other news, Wyatt doesn’t get it, Dyll thinks we cool, Seth is too busy to bother, and Bri wanted to chime in, but won’t give up her email. Thanks posse.
Rag Doll: happy jumpy air-guitar bum: Bus ride behind lady eating “THAT SANDWICH”
as she gestured to our holy grail of The Testicle on French roll Sandwich, which luckily also smelled the part. She was getting all hyphy about it in the back seat.Her blooding bum: Having been sucked into Rupert Murdoch’s Death Zone of Myspace today. Personally I think that she is shopping for a replacement for our Bill. Defends herself by claiming that she has no friends.
And a guest appearance by our very own: Claire dog: her homeless, happy bum: having to get up early to study with her boy toy, who might be a bit too nice, but he sure is a good listener. She also talked some spanglish with her pizzamyheart homie.
Claire’s bloody bumface: a crush o’ back pain, plus a dance rehearsal at 10 pm tonight, apparently some hell of abstract shit to some classic-ass rock.
Chris’ Hare Krishna Bum was kicking some ass in English class today unexpectantly and getting brownie points with the teach cause he like mr. J londen.
We had to pause
so that rocker ass trick could answer her friggin cell phone…THEN MAKE A SECOND CALL…We ain’t havin that!Chris’ Angry-ass bum was realizing that he had to cancel his north bay play-date because of a geology lab that he let slip his memory. Too bad sucka.
Cass:
Super bloody nose missing teeth bum, complete with granola dreadlocks with motor oil was (you guessed it) some of her kindergardeners, tryin to get down wit their hotlunches, eatin some sloppy joes and shit.
She reports that not even fruit snack bribes could shut those fuckers up.
Her happy ass dude was getting those same wonderful children to trace themselves out on butcher paper, in a multitude
Henrys various bums live together (in a tunnel, or down by natural bridges maybe), but they all came together at his graphic design job. His happy bum actually offered him a beer at work, drinking the devil’s brewskie on the job. Very tight, very tight. Henry wanted to throw a big-UP to the movie Turk-182.
Unfortunatly, all Henry’s dirty, nas-TEE ass bum had to offer was a nasty shit that he was taking under the bridge where Henry was visiting for some strange, dark, and unknown reasons. In addition, directly after he was shat upon, he went out for some tasty PP pizza, but was shocked and appalled when he was charged TEN dollars (!) for two slices of some fairly tasty but not extra special pie.
Its worth noting that Bill was in fact not present, because he was living up the UCSC college lifestyle by watching some anime flick with girls. I guess that his day will remain a mystery.
In other news, Wyatt doesn’t get it, Dyll thinks we cool, Seth is too busy to bother, and Bri wanted to chime in, but won’t give up her email. Thanks posse.
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