Ah smashboards... its been a while since I've bathed in its blissful heavenly aroma of LINK.
Some have stated that I was addicted to DANCING TO NSYNC for nearly a year, thus I could not reply to this thread. However this statement is clearly TRUE.
So where was I galavanding all these months... ?
The question isn't a mystery... rather a tale of how I came to be.
You see... during the summer I ventured off to Rhode Island in the hopes of becoming a famous Coffee Syrup Produce . I wandered the streets, searching for a master Coffee Syrup Producer that would take me in to be his apprentice.
Until I stumbled upon Master Von Rosenburg from Dalmasca. He was a peculiar giant man with perfect earlobes from which liquidy chocolate occasionally made its way out and dripped into hungry peoples waiting mouths.
... Weeks went by, as I carefully prepared Coffee, and Syrup which kinda reminded me of a guy back at home named Darc.
Then one day... I was cleaning off the restaurant tables, when stumbling in through the front doors, appeared a young Connecticut man with a shirt on that read "D][CKS" This was Rhode Island for "Super Smash Brothers".
I questioned the man... "You there! You can't pak ya ca ove theae considian thea is a no pahckin sign
The man responded ... "I'll PARK my CAR WHEREVER i **** well please you not R speaking Rhode Islander"
His tricky words forced me to just come out with it... "So basically what ur saying is.. Your Cort, The legendary Peach player that refuses to play Bowser because his mommy never taught him how to lose effectively with someone as Kute!?"
He did not respond... Perhaps because My question was ******** Nevertheless, he took me under his wing and promised me that i might even win a match soon enough, we trained for days and days, until our thumbs became rough and tough, tough enough, we were so strong, yes strong, he was corrosive, I said HALT!
When my training level reach little over 23,000 pesos!!! .... I knew it was time to go to the world famous Saturday Night 4, and face off in a test of TRUE SKILLZ.
Making my way thru PC. Chris, KoreanDJ, and RagnorokINTexas, I came across my final opponent.
My true trainer... Cort.
The battle ensued for a full fledged 17 seconds... My Red Bowser was just too Slow, and my Forward Airs were Legends. Of a Hidden temple i felt, i was fighting from. Cort then proceeded to four stock me causing me to cry
And now I have resurfaced... Into the smash world once again. But the purpose of this story is to Now, tell you 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 makin trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one lil 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 orang juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear the pricey booze, wine all that
Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat?
I don't think sow
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 and yelled my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightening, 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 can say this cab is rare
But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie '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
<3 Kevin
LMFAOOOOOOO
Some have stated that I was addicted to DANCING TO NSYNC for nearly a year, thus I could not reply to this thread. However this statement is clearly TRUE.
So where was I galavanding all these months... ?
The question isn't a mystery... rather a tale of how I came to be.
You see... during the summer I ventured off to Rhode Island in the hopes of becoming a famous Coffee Syrup Produce . I wandered the streets, searching for a master Coffee Syrup Producer that would take me in to be his apprentice.
Until I stumbled upon Master Von Rosenburg from Dalmasca. He was a peculiar giant man with perfect earlobes from which liquidy chocolate occasionally made its way out and dripped into hungry peoples waiting mouths.
... Weeks went by, as I carefully prepared Coffee, and Syrup which kinda reminded me of a guy back at home named Darc.
Then one day... I was cleaning off the restaurant tables, when stumbling in through the front doors, appeared a young Connecticut man with a shirt on that read "D][CKS" This was Rhode Island for "Super Smash Brothers".
I questioned the man... "You there! You can't pak ya ca ove theae considian thea is a no pahckin sign
The man responded ... "I'll PARK my CAR WHEREVER i **** well please you not R speaking Rhode Islander"
His tricky words forced me to just come out with it... "So basically what ur saying is.. Your Cort, The legendary Peach player that refuses to play Bowser because his mommy never taught him how to lose effectively with someone as Kute!?"
He did not respond... Perhaps because My question was ******** Nevertheless, he took me under his wing and promised me that i might even win a match soon enough, we trained for days and days, until our thumbs became rough and tough, tough enough, we were so strong, yes strong, he was corrosive, I said HALT!
When my training level reach little over 23,000 pesos!!! .... I knew it was time to go to the world famous Saturday Night 4, and face off in a test of TRUE SKILLZ.
Making my way thru PC. Chris, KoreanDJ, and RagnorokINTexas, I came across my final opponent.
My true trainer... Cort.
The battle ensued for a full fledged 17 seconds... My Red Bowser was just too Slow, and my Forward Airs were Legends. Of a Hidden temple i felt, i was fighting from. Cort then proceeded to four stock me causing me to cry
And now I have resurfaced... Into the smash world once again. But the purpose of this story is to Now, tell you 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 makin trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one lil 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 orang juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear the pricey booze, wine all that
Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat?
I don't think sow
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 and yelled my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightening, 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 can say this cab is rare
But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie '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
<3 Kevin
LMFAOOOOOOO
