I was riding home from uni today on my bus, listening to music and not paying attention to anything. As we were stopping at one of the bus stops, a girl in the back started screaming. I looked back and saw her pointing out the window, and I followed her stare. Out in an unfenced cul-de-sac were 3 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 his head again, when they realized a whole busload of people were looking at them. As the bus driver radioed in the 000 call the other man, who hadnt been doing anything, took a pistol out of his pocket and shot the guy in the head. At this point the whole bus was in shock and glued to the morbid scene. The two men got into a car and sped off. When I came home I was visibly shaken. I told her what I had just seen. Then my mum got scared, she said "You're moving 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 "Nah, forget it, Yo homes, to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby, "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 .
i witnessed a murder today.
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lol i just felt like typing up shit, and i randomly thought of fresh prince of bel air
you're just boring. you're the type, that if a friend of yours said a lame joke, instead of laughing @ how lame it was and giving them a friendly slap on the back, you would suddenly stop what you're doing, look at them with a furrowed brow and then berate the person for saying that joke, and then give a verbal thesis on how and why that joke is lame, followed by a synopsis of how that joke could be improved.
yeh, yawn.
you're just boring. you're the type, that if a friend of yours said a lame joke, instead of laughing @ how lame it was and giving them a friendly slap on the back, you would suddenly stop what you're doing, look at them with a furrowed brow and then berate the person for saying that joke, and then give a verbal thesis on how and why that joke is lame, followed by a synopsis of how that joke could be improved.
yeh, yawn.
Duke said:
He would, as would I. And that's good, because if there weren't types like us on Earth, the whole planet would soon be filled with eternally yapping ill-matics telling one lame ass joke after another while fondling each other's nutsack.
Dare to be critical about humour. Including your own.
Dare to be critical about humour. Including your own.
