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.
"He looked me in the eyes! He saw into my soul!"
Keeping ones head warm seemed to be the theme of the afternoon.
The man himself.
Even Tyler's excitement was palpable.
One of the jumpsuited dancers that E-40 seemed to have an endless supply of.
The concert was free, but touching E-40 is not included in the package. Sorry.
Excitement mounts as E-40 takes the stage.
Misty wasn't sure how to followup Kent's cry for everyone to throw their spleens on the stage, but she would try.
Kent knew how to get the crowd riled up.
30% baiting them with the upcoming band
10% general taunting
40% insults about their lack of enthusiasm
20% pepperspray