I Have An Interesting Story For Yous Guize

[John Doe]

So I used to live in West Philadelphia,right? Well,I usually spent most of my time just hanging out and playing sports at my local playground near my school. But get this,some ass-hats started showing up at the playground. They shoved my friends in the kid's sand-box,obviously I didn't want to put up with their crap. One thing lead to another and eventually got into a fight with them.

The next day,my mom heard about,and oh boy...was I trouble. Turns out these guys were gangsters. My mother,who was disappointed,but worried about me decided to give me some money so I could move to a town in California called Bel-Air where my aunt and uncle lived. So I waited for a taxi to come pick me up. To this day I still don't understand why I didn't take a plane... Anyway,the taxi driver was a pretty cool guy,he had a nice pair of sunglasses and even some dice on his mirror,unfortunately he didn't smell to good.

When we finally got to Bel-Air I told the taxi driver I'd talk to him later (I lied). I was soon greeted by my new family. The most remediable of my new family members were my uncle,who was dick to me all the time. Then there was my cousin,who I shoved into the school lockers daily...nerd. But the most astonishing thing about this whole experience is that I never new my uncle and aunt as well as my cousin were black. I'm one of the whitest people on the planet,as well as my mother. The fact that her brother was African was surprising. Anyway,I'm getting off track,and this is getting pretty long...so I'll just skip to the end.

After a few years of staying in Bel-Air everyone got to know me. They seemed to like me a lot too...a bit too much...they started to ADORE me...they started acting as if I was a...what's the right word...a Prince. I moved soon after these events started to occur,it was making me feel unsettled. Before I left my uncle came to me and said one thing..."You know you're white,don't you?" I didn't respond to this answer,feeling that I would humor him in some way. Right when I was about to step into my taxi to leave,my cousin came up and gave me a golden crown...it had purple velvet too...he then winked at me,blew me a kiss and skipped off back to the house. I still don't know what the crown is supposed to mean...if it means anything at all...oh well.

Thankfully,once I got home everything returned to normal. So,here I am. Telling you my story of how I became The Prince o-okay, this is bullshit. This never happened. Ever. I've lied to you. You've been dooped. I tricked you. Do you honestly think someone like me would go outside,nonetheless go to the playground and play sports? NO! As a matter of fact,if my friends WERE getting bullied by thugs I would probably just sit there and laugh. C'mon now,those thugs MUST have a sense of humor right? I mean they shoved them in a KID'S SAND BOX! That's pretty damn funny.

Anyway,I hope you had fun wasting your time reading this. Next time I'll tell of you how I stopped a nuclear catastrophe. Pffft.

[Guest]

Thanks for this story.

not really but

[John Doe]

But.....

[akaFila~]

Is it bad that I'm too lazy to read this?

[Yuki]

Now, this is the story all about how

My life got flipped-turned upside down

And I'd like to take a minute

Just sit right there

I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In west Philadelphia born and raised

On the playground was where I spent most of my days

Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool

And all shootin some b-ball outside of school

When a couple of guys

Who were up to no good

Startin making trouble in my neighborhood

I got in one little fight and my mom got scared

She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'

I begged and pleaded with her day after day

But she packed my suite case and sent me on my way

She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.

I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.

First class, yo this is bad

Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.

Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?

Hmmmmm this might be alright.

But wait, I hear the prissy, bourgeois and all that

Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat?

I don't think so

I'll see when I get there

I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

Well uh, the plane landed and when I came out

There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out

I ain't trying to get arrested yet.

I just got here!

I sprang with the quickness, like lightening disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near

The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror

If anything I can say is that this cab was rare

But I thought 'Man forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel-Air'

I pulled up to the house about seven or eight

And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'

I looked to my kingdom

I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air

[!^.:AlphaWolf:.^!]

You wasted 2 minutes of my life ._.

GIVE BACK 3 MINUTES OR DIE! (For writing this : 1 minute, For reading: 2 minutes)

Also, nice poem thingie Hark

>_>

[John Doe]

The fact that no one but Hark got it was disappointing...

[Maelstrom]

The fact that no one but Hark got it was disappointing...

Actually, it was quite obvious from the start. First paragraph makes it real easy.