Well, I guess I can share this one.
Me and my friends were in East Commonlands, and were fed up with that griffon chasing newbies. We decided to track the griffon down. I logged on my druid, and we went on the hunt.
After about 15 minutes, we spotted the damn thing. The griffon put up a good fight and my mom got scared and 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 suitcase and send 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? Hm, this might be alright.
But wait I hear there're 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, 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 lightning, 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 that this cab was rare, but, I thought 'Nah forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air!'
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8, and I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later' I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
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“Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.” — Aristotle
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