Our Flavourite Laurels vs Being called a Fat Girl By Your Teacher in High School

(from march 18th's dinner, kel took notes in our book, Cass money transcribed from paper into the world wide web)

pre noted: all our readers are present for dinner

Tonight is Bri's Pre-Birthday Dinner HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRI! (pasta, garlic bread, pear and gorganzoliolia cheesey candy walnut salad chelluh parmesian)

And at school today, Bri overheard the following quote:
"Clarence has officially joined the hyphy movement" Also noted, Bri saw a NINJA at the gas station>hyphy.

So. our favourite Laurels (We all know someone named Laurel, some are 'uber hip', some are nature girls, some are engineers- lets have them be our highs of the day) vs Being called a Fat girl by Your Teacher in High School (In high school, Claire's teacher asked her, after learning Claire's name (Claire) asked her, "Claire? Isnt that a fat girl's name?" DAYAM that teacher was on some next.

As we get ready to round the table, Josie pets Bill's head until He makes her stop by getting uncomfortable. Our Bill. Happy Bill? maybe not.

More pre H and L's. Bri reads books. Claire goes for the gusto, face in the salad bowly bowl.

BAM BIRTHDAY BRI. "she is happy" happy bri. In walks the cake with Our Bill. Bri blows out the candles, one was still smoking, so she put it out with her fingers, making the known 'psst' sound of a fire going out, with her own mouth.
(note-our happy bri song was pretty weak.)

Bill's fo Real:
Favourite laurel of the day:
Reading the Vegan Cookbook and doing the page of extra credit cut and paste job. mumbo jumbalo, one paper good for two classes. hellz yeah.
Fat Girl: Not wanting to study so leaving school to follow his heart.

Claire's Being Called a Fat Girl
Getting the stomach flu and passing out her sink. That was not tight. What made it even looser was the fact that her roommates heard the shit and didnt come out to retrieve her. Alas, she did manage to get some water down the right tube and back into bed safely. keep up the good work Claire. We are here for you.
Claire's favourite laurel was running into the 7foot tall-one foot balancing- aura healing-freestyle rhyme styling-Jew. She, however, felt dumb (A form of Hyphy) giving him money though. Me and Josie were pulling on her aura trying to go, but really tall Jew man poet was down to chat, as was claire, so we joined the circle, listened to a poem, met some foolios, santa cruz stuff like that. Grace Usui (camp Tawonga name drop #1) yelled out at me from Bead-It (wack bead store, readers, please dont bother), letting me know that yes, Bri was in town. Really? And dude asked me if my name was Ken. Which wasnt that wierd, considering the embroidered name tag on my jacket says "Ken". IT was legitamate. unlike Ramo's son.

Back to real life: Bri rocks in flaunting her favorite dial tone, somehow this leads to us talking about the Co-op battle :
ZAMI VS CHAVEZ WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU REALLY ON??????. Maybe we should rise above it and make our own co-op. or do we sorta already have one? HELL NAH. fuggg that 'brown rice and sandals' (wyatt that was for you= know what im saying?) hippy sh*t. as you know. we dont need dat. we already on some next. except Bill's idea 'EVERYTHING FARM" or something, does sound pretty cool and suppossedly "I like cows". Im tryin to remember what that was in reference to. ITs probably more meaningful with no reference.

back to real life part II
My favourite laurel was talking to my dad and finding out that there are some sweet hook ups in my life. My dad is gonna help me out and get me a brand new compy, instead of paying bank to get the old jenker fixed.
BRIS CELL RINGS

My getting called fat in high school of the day (BRI"S PHONE AGAIN)

had to do with some stupid ass homework bologne concerning my saturday listening class.

digression: Idea arises, How would one go about egging some fool's bike?
">There would have to be a very close range, we decide. Not much rage to be released from the throwing because of the lack of surface area on an average bike. You could crack the egg over the seat and serve those foolios. Anyhow, Claire made catfood nastybombs3000 v5.7 and threw them at jerk's houses. They were paper wrapped meatloaf tuna style... . thats some next claire.

Bri's Laurel of the Day was this CAKE- it made her real happy (a different kind of hyphy).
"I told y'all" -Henry
Being Called Fat- Her landlord is getting hyphy, bad bad bad bad, and he's possibly dangerous. "He's like....wack". Harassing her roommates, and roommates and shit' significant others.
"Bitches aint nuthin but hoes and landloads" -Henrizzle

Henry's (who the sh** is Henry?) Favorite laurel (to note, Laurel should be coming to dinner more often) would be the tip toeing about the Bri cake business at Trader Jizzle's. Bill's facial expressions regarding the secrecy were a particularly nice laurel of the day. Hella much awkwardnesses, Bri being out of the loop was quite a success. (some would call it size PHAT)
His being called a fat girl in high school: thinking thinking thinking. Ah here we go . Not having anyting to contribute to the meal. We were all like Hell nah! Nah, you brought Grapefruit Soda! and Bread! Hyphy!

digression part II:
Bills Dream Music Video
Consists of one person in a Pacman costume, one person in a Ghost Costume, running around in public places (ie, Santa Cruz Public Library, Urban Outfitters, Wednesday night Santa Cruz Farmers Market, etc) . Audio tip: "Waka, waka, waka, waka"

And last but never least Josie. Her favourite Laurel of the Day was well, there are a few here. First was just maxing out and watching a movie (Constant Gardener five stars all around) "Because I wanted to"- Josie, thats legit."she's right yo"-henry Second, we made plans for our cross country road trip, and she even frickin found a Benjamin ($100.00) on the ground.
Josie's Fat girl of the day was that she was horribly ridiculed by Our Bill for the sweater she was wearing. He wouldnt hug her.
"It feels like a dog and smells like cigars" -Bill
"What choo got against dogs?" -Bri
Josie's other fat girl of the day was loosing the crotch of her pants.
"They're like Chaps"

bam, mission accomplishments. "What? I meant accomplished" -thank you Henry.

Until next time, stay tuned, we'll be back in business again soon.