Name: Anonymous 2006-07-31 15:14
Some time ago, I fell in love with a girl... or so I thought. She was perfect for me; we share similar interests, she has a great sense of humour, not to mention she is sweet, caring, loyal, and doesn't mind that I'm not the most attractive person on the planet or that I have some issues. We told each other everything, we shared stories, jokes, said "I love you" and sent hugs and kisses. She was the best thing that ever happened to me, and she said that I was the best thing that ever happened to her. Then, one day, she said she had something to tell me, but she wasn't ready. So I said, "Take your time, there's no rush," and during a fishing game she asks if she can borrow one of my new rods. I make a dumb joke about how she shouldn't have a rod, and she goes, "...That is not fucking funny..." So, later that night while playing a game with my family, I ask why my girlfriend might respond in such a manner and my mom got scared and said, "You're movin' 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 dice in the mirror. If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Naw, 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!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.