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I was walking down an alley when I heard a woman screaming for help. I hid behind a dumpster and watched to see what was going on. 3 guys were raping her and beating her. As horrible as it was I was too afraid to do anything. Finally they cut her open and she bled to death. Two guys dragged her to the dumpster to throw away the body, and they saw me. I ran as fast as I could to try to get away, but I made a wrong turn and was cornered. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared she said, "you're moving with your auntie and your uncle in Bel Air". I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say this cab was rare. I said "aww forget it, yo homes to bel air". I showed up at the house around 7 or 8 and I said to the cabby, "yo homes smell you later". I looked at my kingdom I was finally there. I could sit on my throne as the prince of bel air.

After the first few words, I went, "This sounds familiar" and skipped to the end to search for a Bel-Air.

I'm beginning to think we need the equivalent of the Something Awful gas chamber for random chatter.

What???

Hmm, ok.

What did someone say something like this before?

Now that i think about it, that guy has a cig in his mouth, wouldn't that whole room just detonate? eek

1. You don't get the reference.
2. Newfag.

yeah, you still hear that b*****d on those family friendly radio stations just about everywhere. I'll be driving, and when the song comes on, I automatically think Ive gotten RickRolled XP

My family doesn't get it tho

I've actually witnessed a suicide by cop- well, heard it through the window, anyway. My dad and grandpa actually saw it. Some dude got fired, and went to his house across the street from my grandpa's place in Huntington Beach, called the cops and said he was going to kill someone. They showed up, he came out, and they sent a dog in to strip him and search for weapons. He pulled a prop gun, they blew him away.

They seemed like poorly trained guys, according to my dad (he was in the yard putting up a flag when it went down). They were set up so they almost formed a U around the guy; he said he wasn't surprised that some of them shot each other. Also, after the guy was dead, the dog stripped him, and they had trouble getting it off of his body. And, they left the body lying in the street for almost three hours before they finally cleaned him up. There's a guy down the street from my grandpa with a bullet hole through the flag on his van and in his screen door.

The next day was the 4th of July. We went downtown and watched the parade like nothing happened, but the police presence was heavier than usual. (there isn't much crime, if any, in Huntington Beach, despite the fact that it's about an hour away from Los Angeles).

I like the "Fresh Prince" touch at the end, though.