Story time~!

Now, you don't need to reply if you don't want to,but would any of you like to share any funny (if not slightly embarrassing because OH BOY) stories? I know all of you have some things that you think back on and go, "Oh man, is that a tale for my children." I certainly have some. But let me start off with the story of my first ever house party. It was my best friend's 18th birthday party, and I had somehow convinced my parents to let me go. since she lives far away, her mother came to pick me up. Now, she had been telling me about some of her other friends of her, and I've heard COUNTLESS stories about some of the weird shit they've done. Apparently it was in preparation for the mass fuckery I was to get into because oh boy- All hell broke loose thanks to a couple of Jenga blocks. One guy started throwing them at the birthday girl, who was honestly too busy making out with her boyfriend to notice. About a half hour lated he ended up locked in the trunk of his own car. They wrapped him up in a blanket, picked him up, and just tossed him in. And they LEFT him for about fifteen minutes. In his own car. Then, the same guy who was throwing Jenga blocks got his hand on those pixie sticks and dared to SNORT them. And the moron did it. His nose started bleeding because of it. The whole night was a huge, wonderful mess. I'd go on but I don't want to ramble. What about you?

My god. I'm trying not to laugh but- You at least didn't go down alone lol.

Now this is a story all about how My life got flipped-turned upside down And I'd like 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 shooting some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys who were up to no good Started 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 suitcase and sent 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? Hmm, this might be alright. But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat? I don't think so I'll see when I get there I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air Well, the plane landed and when I came out There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out I ain't trying to get arrested yet I just got here I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared 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, home to Bel-Air." I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo home smell ya later." I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air