Fresh Prince

Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Startin making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'

I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suite case and send me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.

First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.

we should all take up smoking because it makes you really cool!

Whatever
Helps
Attack
Les Stroud's
Endless
Stripping

you are suddenly aware of how your feet are suffocating in your shoes

The weaponry of the chipmunks is most often catapults powered by external mechanisms that must be well oiled at all times to avoid risk of incompetent terrorists finding their way into the carrot patch with their carrot machetes and preference for ham and pea soup over the extremities of the casual ant who never really missed his grandma following her tragic death in the gum overflow of 2009 that had left the whole colony devestated and spending millions of dollars on repairs constructed out of alarm clocks and the combined efforts of a trillion slaves captured on the ant crusades to the library of the termites where the great termite librarian had once chosen to peruse a selection of books comprised of papers made up of various fonts designed in the house of fontus polonius the former lord of the tentacles that once devoured ships.

This song was made out of like 200 samples. That is whaaack yo.

Step outside and you will see
A fire of perfect symmetry.
Tongues of flame will lick your brow
nothing will stop you now.
Reach forward to obtain your goal,
the gift that from the gods was stole.

I see the cute little chirpy bird
so high in the old oak tree
hello little dickie bird
won't you come and talk to me

with your singsong voice
and your sky blue feathers
I have no choice
but to tie you to a teather

Because I cant let you go
you make me so gay
oh little dickie bird
I will cut off your wings
so you can't fly away.

so like i was out on yonder heath like overviewing mine serbs when i saw 1 of them fall down a cliff n me and my jester shared a merry lols.

So today there we were in flying wedge, enjoying our oven fresh cookies. When... a challenger appears. Offering up a piece of his deliciously tempting baked goods it is decided that the prize shall go to the bearer of the most interesting fact. And so the fact tournament begins.... we learn of the shrimp that can create energy hotter than the sun, that giraffes choke on their own tongues, and that continents usually move 4 centimeters per year. And then it is over.... someone has produced, in the eyes of the prize giver, the most interesting fact of them all.... and the tournament comes to an end.

also this song

Easter Eggs

No, not the chocolate ones. I'm talking about those little signatures that directors/musicians like to hide within their work. They're everywhere, whether hidden messages or obscure technical glitches. Just reply with an easter egg that really grabs your attention.

Heres mine: skip to 5:25 for some wacky action.

My Trip

Several months ago, I was shocked and appalled to realize that I was lost. The familiar street which I had moments before graced with my gentle footsteps had disappeared. Before me lay an unfamiliar path, adorned with strange, alien houses. Even the grass here looked different, strange shades of green that just didn't seem natural. Even the once friendly sunlight had taken on an unpleasant sheen. It was too bright in this unfamiliar place, and the air around me felt thick and heavy. Aside from the faint pitter patter of my own feet, not a sound could be heard. I soon quickly realized that I was in a roundabout and had been walking around it several times without noticing. My destination was two houses down. Twas a strange trip.

Swimming

     The air stinks of the ocean, of the dead fish and of the decomposing plants. This doesn't bother you. You have come here with one goal in mind: to surround yourself with that gorgeous green ocean water. It has been a long wait, your mind tossing away the heavy weight of a season of snow and rain. Now, the time has come. The time for all your worries and fears to be washed away. Carefully, so as not to embarrass yourself, you remove your clothes, save for your swim garments. Ah yes, those beautifully patterned swim clothes, they've been sitting at the back of your drawer for almost a year now, eager to see some action. The time has come, laughing with your friends, drinks in hand, you make your way towards the gentle water. The hot sand burns your feet and the smell of the sea makes you cough. Upon entering the cool, refreshing water, these unpleasant sensations mean nothing anymore. It's just you, the waves, the sun, and your friends. Summertime has truly begun.

Ms. Murray

Ms. Murray is a nice lady the lady who calls from google has a beautiful voice.