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Random lnsanity / Now here's a story on how a bucket met my head
« on: April 23, 2007, 10:54:27 pm »
All I could think while reading this (especially after the title) was:
When a couple of guys who were up to no good, started making trouble in the neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said "You're moving with your Auntie and Uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and it had a dice in the mirror. If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo, Holmes, to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo, Holmes, smell ya later." I looked at my kingdom. I was finally there, to sit on my thrown as the Prince of Bel-Air.
When a couple of guys who were up to no good, started making trouble in the neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said "You're moving with your Auntie and Uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and it had a dice in the mirror. If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo, Holmes, to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo, Holmes, smell ya later." I looked at my kingdom. I was finally there, to sit on my thrown as the Prince of Bel-Air.