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You want a mother ******** steam roller? Yeeeaaah, let's go for a drive. I'll buy the gas. We can coast down to the beach and pick up some clams.

Anyway, it's been a while, journal. Things have changed and so have things. But journal, I have a very important journal entry for you...

This is a true story. Alright, so there's this girl, right? Well, I kind of like her. But there's this guy, a football player, named Brett. Brett likes her too. So I went up to her, and boom, there's Brett, sliding in like a football interception, and he's good at that. I try to mutter something to Brett, but it comes out as a low huff. Brett looks at me menacingly. He's going to punch me! He readies my fist and my mom got scared so she 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 it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab is rare, but I thought "Nah, forget it, yo homes, to Bel-Air!". I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there...to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.