"The man said it doesn't make sense. Don't let me see you even considering that it does."
"Listen, I already explained this to you twice. Hyphy is not hypnotic + phonics. That doesn't even make sense."
E-40 continues to get the crowd going.
Unfortunately when I said "Cheese!" she thought limburger.
In full jumpsuit and backpack regalia.
Ah yes, one.
Number...number....something.
"I know I have a taser gun in here somewhere. Anything to get that camera away from me. Maybe I can find a small rock."
Kelly's green shirt confused more than a few new Program Board members. When they asked her what they should do next, she'd respond with "I don't work here anymore. I graduated, punk! Hahahahahahahaha!" and then skip away, laughing.
Ok, that's better.
With their expressions, you'd think we were dropping anvils on them. We weren't. Honest.
E-40 sang several tracks from his new "My Ghetto Report Card" album.
Contrary to appearances, there is no 'Crunk Autobody'. We looked it up.
Gold rimmed glasses, gold chain, gold earing. We were pretty sure his hair was made of solid gold, but no one had the guts to ask.