I was driving home from school today, listening to music and not paying attention to anything. As I was stopping at a red light, I heard the lady next to me scream. I looked at her and she was pointing out her window, and I followed her stare. Out in an unfenced yard there were three guys. Two of them standing, one of them was on the ground, bloody. The taller of the two men had a baseball bat and was about ready to smash it into the downed man's head again, when the men realized a whole traffic stop was looking at them. As someone was about to call 911, the other man, who hadn't been doing anything, took a pistol out of his pocket and shot the guy in the head. At this point, everyone who was looking was in shock and glued to the scene. The two men got into a car and sped off. WHen I came home I was visibly shaken. I told my mom what I had just seen. Then she got scared and said, "You're moving with your auntie in Bel-Air." 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 could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, yo homes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7:00 or 8:00 and yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, small ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.
You have just been Bel-Aired

 

har dee har har...

 

too bad that's not how it goes...


Now, kill yourself

 

kids with thunderbirds these days....

 

stfu n00b and stop reposting old crap

 

this is way too gay to keep open