I’m watching Secret Lives of Women on WE Channel right now. The topic is girls who belongs to gangs. It started me to thinking (dangerous) and pondering (even more dangerous) what kind of gang I’d like to belong to. Did I say belong to? Nah….I’d have to be the leader.
What would our colors be? Hmmmm…..perhaps a lovely shade of lavender? No, that’s too “soft”. I got have a hardened gang. Let’s go for it….a daring shade of periwinkle!
Something in a soft silk with pajama pants. Of course, we’d have to have a bandanna to tie saucily around our necks or heads. Maybe, this……
or this…..
….which would come in handy for sending secret signals with beanie twirls.
Of course, we’d need a gang sign. Hmmmmm……how ’bout this one….
hand to lip as if telling a secret. Of course that one would just be for our hommies.
This one would be for rival gangs…..
We could do daring things like:
1.Drive-by looking at yard sales. Slow way down and act like we’re interested in their stuff and then laugh and speed off!
2.Put big sound systems in our cars and play loud music. Can you just imagine the looks on the faces of the school kids if we would drive by when schools out jammin’ to Air Supply or Neil Diamond? PRICELESS!
3. Make up our own language. We could change words around so no one but US will understand them. For instance, “Let’s do lunch some time, shall we?” could be “Et’sdo lunch some tyme soon. shall we’s? what ‘chew trippin foo’?” or
“I love the way you wear your hair.” could be “ I love da way ya wear yo’ fro Jus’ like Orenthawl James!”
Well, that’s a start! Now, I need some suggestions on how to raise money for our gang-related activities. And, please don’t submit “bake sales”. That’s so yesterday.
Also, we would need a name. Pilate’ Princesses? And, a slogan like “Don’tcha Make Me Break A Nail!” or “Y’all Just Wanna Be US”.
Any idea will be welcomed!!!!
Toodles…yeah. That could be our parting word. TOODLES!
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BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Omigosh, you made my sides hurt!
MJ….so you’ll be needing a membership application?
For sho’!
Yea, like you’re gonna drive by a yard sale. Driving by an hour before they close, a sign out that
everything’s a dollar a bag. You sell your gang out in a heartbeat to stop and fill a bag or two. Yea, yea, I may not be one of your three steadies but I been readin’ and rememberin’. (And almost always laughing myself silly. Thanks.)
cuteasas…I’m deeply hurt by your remark (true as it might be). That’s why I’d need a bodyguard. Somebody to bodily guard me from impulsive bag sales.
Have you ever done a drive-by yard sale lookin’? My daughter and I do it occasionally. It’s the way we get our sadistic kicks. Drive up to the house but don’t stop. Just drive really, really slow while looking over all the junk in their yard. Their faces go from hopeful, helpful, and happy, to disappointed, angry, and rock throwing pretty darn fast. This is where you need a 0-60 mph car so you can get the hell out of there before one of those bricks come thru the window at your head.