Crack

I plan on being married with 3 kids... triplets... yeah that's the stuff, then the woman is going to have a set of quads, and we are going to get a show on the discovery channel. After a long stint as being the poster children for in vitro-fertilization. We will then have a falling out of sorts where I don't want to be in the same room with her anymore, witnessed by everyone nation wide, with reports of scandalous affairs and clandestine meetings with Russian hookers. I will then write a book about my life which will fail to break into the NY times best seller list, because at that point, people will just be tired of our shit, and not want to hear anymore about it. I will get into a lot of fights, and my mom will get scared, she'll say "You're movin' 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 was rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo, holmes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.

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Crack, you and I are long overdue for a vicious bout of mansex.

~Halx