And I shall explain why.
I hate my goddamn family, each and every single one of the the members in it, except my mother's mother, or my grandmother on my mother's side.
For a start, this is why I want my fucking parents to die.
Today I got into a little tussle at a playground. I was just relaxing there, playing a little basketball with my friends, when a bunch of african americans, who were up to no good, proceded to cause a ruckus in my community. I got in a little tussle and my mother was scared for my life and now she wants to send met to Bel-Air, California!
I packed up my things, and was off.
I called a taxi, and I noticed some abnormalities. First, he had a vanity plate that read FRESH, and below his rear veiw mirror hung two dice. I went against my first instinct and took the ride in the cabbie.
I pulled up to a humongous mansion around the time intervals between seven or eight and Instead of paying my fare, I told him that I would inhale his delacate smell later.
I knocked on the door and was greeted by a charming, african american butler, named Geofrey. I met my uncle, my aunt, my three cousins.
And, boy, were they strange.
My Aunt was very caring and calm. Her husband, my uncle was not however. We had a short quarrel of my hip-hop influenced lingo and clothing. He was also prone to many humorous stabs at his weight.
My older cousin is so self-conciese it's unbelievable! My younger cousin, about 8 or 11, depending on what episode in the season were at, is very shy and sweet. And I can't help but think that my cousin is homosexual.
Well, hope for me the best up here in this town that I will soon rule as the prince of.
