Well hello there people (see the abundance of e’s?), i hope y’all had a crappingly good weekend, wherever and whoever you are; ‘cos i did – StrainedCragis
Ahh yes, the despair of the warm trickle down the back of the leg syndrome affected some of us during the frivolous escapades of our continuing adventures in the ‘burgh. “…I can’t take it, i don’t understand…”
You know that good ole Mattew Kelly is going to be starring in his new American Hit T.V. Show, donning black face paint and afro to match. It’s called “The Creche Prince of Bel-Air”!
!Warning! Do not read on if you are at work [fear not, no dodgy images - ed.].
Now this is a story, all about how, my life got flipped, turned up-side down, now let me have a minute just sit right there; i’ll tell you how i became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.
In paedophilia, born and raised, in a playground is where i spent most of my days, chillin’ out, maxin, relaxin and shootin’ some wee boys upside of their bum, when a couple of girls they were up to no good, started making trouble on my manhood, i got in one little boy and my mom got scared and said, “You’re moving with your Auntie and Uncle in Bel-Air”.
I whistled for a kid and when it came near, it’s little mouth said “Fresh” so i bummed it right there, to anyone they’d think that this sight was rare, but i thought no man, forget it, yo home to Bel-Air.
I pulled up to the brothel ’bout 7 or 8 and i yelled to the pimper, yo home, have you later, looked at my Kingdom, i was finally there to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air!
30-Jan-03 at 3:08 pm | Permalink
> down the back of the leg syndrome
An unfortunate incident by the master of sphincter control last weekend. Don’t worry, I won’t post details on a public webpage or anything.
> Creche Prince
eww. Should change ‘prince’ to ‘nonce’ in the first paragraph I reckon : )