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Long hour is 2 and a half hours that the administration thinks is necessary to throw 35 kids in a packed classroom and make them wait while everyone else eats lunch. 27 minutes of lunch 2 hours of hell.
Secretary: we have too many kids to just section them off into 4 groups. We’ll have to go with 5 half hour long lunches.
Principal: well lets just see what happens.
by Dahnyehle the great June 26, 2005
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The most popular girls of them are (using popular as the stereotype, not the real sense of the word) the ones that are NOT popular at all. These are the girls who make fun of the tip top of the popular scale, so everyone likes them. These are the girls that pretend to be failing every class but really they are genius who get into class rooms with hot football players. These are the girls that pretend to be dorky but they are georgeous, so it’s like a brain fuck effect. Who likes the main coach of the football team? No one. But every one loves the runner up ( but just as perfect and rich) co –captain. They suck because when you accuse them of being popular or stuck up they say they are not… and often evidence to prove the fact that everyone loves them is easy to find but they back that up with “I’m nice and these 3 people *fill in names* hate me. Duh” then they’ll continue to go out to not so cool places just to make themselves look that cooler. Bitches.
I’m not popular girl 1: I love good will. I’m such a dork
I’m not popular girl 2: o my gowd you’re so dumb. Lets go work out so we’ll be hot outcasts
by Dahnyehle the great June 25, 2005
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Bel air is full of everything that doesn’t really matter. Kids smoke pot and drink since there is nothing else to do. Without your social group are you nothing.

Some kids are stuck in a world where they’re “horrible” parents pay for everything they’ll ever fucking own, but that’s just so “suffocating” so they turn “badass” by smoking a cig or two and kissing some people of the same sex while they’re “trashed” just so they can post the story and “pix” all over their 5 xangas and myspaces.

The “alternative” group laughs at the whiney spoiled sobs loud enough so they can hear because even if they are stronger because of cheerleading camp, deep minds have a lot of built up hidden rage that would work well in a fight scenario. Even funnier than the rich kids are the ones who trail behind and try to look “hott” with their extra small Hollister shirts on their large bodies, and label name hang bags. They spend their time talking about nothing, listening to bands that have been somehow pulled from the “I love unknown bands” wreckage, and hanging at coffee shops.

The bottom of the pit is filled with ganstas, hard core geeks, goths that live in Spencer’s, and whores who are pregnant before they leave the 70 year old hell hole that is bel air high.
“want to sneak out with me to have sex in our jacuzzi?”

“bring your step brother and we’ll make it an orgy. make sure to bring your camera!”
by Dahnyehle the great June 25, 2005
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