The real Word

It was a typically hot Los Canadian day and the gang, as usual, were at the Planet.

“hey jenny! Is that your dog and bone?” husked Shane before popping a strepsil in her mouth and returning to her normal high pitch feminine tones.

“what, oh sorry, I was just in this really awesome dream sequence where I was at a circus..”

“shut it you numpty” screeched Bette before flying through the air and landing in a perfect somersault. “you need to stop thinking you are a talented writer and get a proper job – like welding or maybe dancing – dammit do both! It will give you a great feeling”

Startled by the onslaught and the fact Bette briefly turned in to a man with a wig and started dancing to techno music with some weird strobe lighting she completely forgot her moby and returned to her semi-conscious state of great undiscovered artist. The gang moved to another table.

“I say old chaps” chirped Helena, the gangs token Brit, “anyone care for some Britta filtered water – oh, hang on, is that my phone rininging?….yes, oh dear…hmmm, well that’s a shame” Helena hung up. “well jolly hockey sticks I’ve only been given the boot for spending every paid working minute skiving at the Planet”

At the moment, all the gang got a call receiving the same news. Apparently the gangs various employers had finally found it unacceptable to be paying these impressively atheistically pleasing lot money to support a lifestyle of designer clothes and going out each night when they spend all their time at the Planet – Los Canada’s only café.

“ie curumba” purred Carman “and to think we all have our periods so there be sex either tonight”

Later the gang met outside Wax.

“we need a plan Alice” quipped Dana “because I don’t know about you, but as Los Canada’s only tennis player, I had it good. By the way – am I with you or Lara at the moment?”

“I think you have briefly taken up with Billy Jean King, with KD on the weekends, but hark! Yes! We do need a plan!” murmured Alice.

“I know” said Tina, who had yet to speak “lets kill Betty! The ladies what love ladies fraternity will love us and pay for impossibly wonderful existence!”

Bette lifted the protective face guard up from her welding helmet “excellent idea – I’ve got nothing to nob on about now the CACACACACACACAC A C A C have decommissioned my services and I am no longer hanging pictures of peoples deformed genitals in the name of art – by the way, have I said lately that Bush is bad, only we are all required to say that every 3.8736394826 minuets. He’s real bad”

“But how” slurred Kit who had fallen off the wagon after hearing the news that the customers who pay all the gas bills were now of an unemployed disposition.

“I ave an ideaaaaa” twanged Marina who for no particular reason had rejoined the group, but probably has a fair bit to do with Jenny still being at the Planet not realising everyone had gone with nothing but her crazy cuckoo thoughts for company. What on earth did she see in her?

“well………”