Originally Posted by
Cheezymadman
Henceforth is a tale describing the events pertaining to the time my existence was upended, rotating 180 degrees along the X axis, also I would like to use 60 seconds, please do not rise from your chair, I shall regale you of the occasion that I was crowned as the heir to the throne in a village by the name of Bel-Air.
On the western outskirts of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, I was conceived and reared, on the children's recreational area I passed much of my time. Becoming colder, maximizing, resting, each satisfactory, also engaging in the sport invented by Dr. Naismith in 1891 outdoors near the educational facility. Then, two unknown fellows, who had planned unsavory activities, began acting out their plans in my residential area. I was involved in a single bout of fisticuffs, and my matriarch became frightened, and exclaimed, "You shall now reside with my sister and her husband in Bel-Air!" I signaled a passing taxi by blowing through my pursed lips, and when it arrived, the vehicle's identification tag read "FRESH", and large versions of gaming devices hung from the reflective surface used to view the rear of the car. If nothing else, I may surmise that this taxi was one of a kind, but I reasoned, "No, don't worry about it. Excuse me sir, please take me to a place by the name of Bel-Air!"
I stopped in front of an abode between 7 and 8 o' the clock, and I exclaimed to the taxi driver, "Good sir, I shall detect you with my olfactory sense at a later date!" I surveyed my commonwealth, I had arrived at last, to rest on my ruling chair as the first-born son of the king of a monarchy called Bel-Air.
R : Bel-Air
Goddamnit Cheezy.
