tokosan
11-17-2005, 06:43 PM
So you see I had to break out of jail rite, I had been imprisoned for being over the "afro coolness" limit. Here's how our conversation went:
Officer: Do you know how cool your afro is?
Me: *gulp* No.
Officer: Have you had any spray tonight?
Me: No.
Officer: I think you have, i'm gonna have to do a hairspray test.
Me: *gulp*
Officer: 2 cans, that's 1.8 cans over the legal limit. Your afro is too cool. You're under arrest.
So anyways I was in jail rite. I was rooming with a man called "Big Ass Momma". And BAM, for short as he was called, was a big, big, man. He had a nail filer. I needed it. I had one of my friends on the outside smuggle in some cigs by storing them in his ass. I traded them to BAM and started filing the bars. After 10 long months, I had done it. I stole some clothes from a sleeping guard (but I left his boxers, and when I left they were wet, if you know what I mean) and walked out. But they figured me out so they shot me in the ass and put me in jail. So I ran on the communist ticket while in jail. I won, so I was president. They had to let me out. Sadly though, my afro engulfed the entire universe. I was able to rewind time and restore the fabric of time and space, putting me back in jail. Then I looked at the guard. Our eyes met. I gave him a long stare.
"I'm a YTMND.com moderator.", I said. He flinched.
"I have 300,000 rep.", I continued. He started getting uneasy as sweat dripped down his neck.
Then we did the mash
The monster mash
It was a letting me out of prison smash.
Officer: Do you know how cool your afro is?
Me: *gulp* No.
Officer: Have you had any spray tonight?
Me: No.
Officer: I think you have, i'm gonna have to do a hairspray test.
Me: *gulp*
Officer: 2 cans, that's 1.8 cans over the legal limit. Your afro is too cool. You're under arrest.
So anyways I was in jail rite. I was rooming with a man called "Big Ass Momma". And BAM, for short as he was called, was a big, big, man. He had a nail filer. I needed it. I had one of my friends on the outside smuggle in some cigs by storing them in his ass. I traded them to BAM and started filing the bars. After 10 long months, I had done it. I stole some clothes from a sleeping guard (but I left his boxers, and when I left they were wet, if you know what I mean) and walked out. But they figured me out so they shot me in the ass and put me in jail. So I ran on the communist ticket while in jail. I won, so I was president. They had to let me out. Sadly though, my afro engulfed the entire universe. I was able to rewind time and restore the fabric of time and space, putting me back in jail. Then I looked at the guard. Our eyes met. I gave him a long stare.
"I'm a YTMND.com moderator.", I said. He flinched.
"I have 300,000 rep.", I continued. He started getting uneasy as sweat dripped down his neck.
Then we did the mash
The monster mash
It was a letting me out of prison smash.