William Smith Wrote:
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> I got one for you. My mom was always a real
> bug-o-phobe. She'd scream and run around the room
> if she saw so much as a spider and yell, "Kill it!
> Kill it! Someone kill it!" So anyway during the
> last big emergence of cicadas, she was having a
> big picnic in our backyard with a bunch of friends
> and relatives. And all of a sudden out of
> nowhwere, this swarm of cicadas showed up. They
> were landing in the food, falling on the grill and
> burning up, and buzzing around scaring guests, and
> the last straw was when plopped right into the
> glass of lemonade my mom was drinking, and she got
> scared and 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 had a 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 a
> house about seven or eight and I yelled to the
> cabby "Yo, homes smell you later!" Looked at my
> kingdom I was finally there to sit on my throne as
> the prince of Bel-air.