I got Bel-Air'd in real life the other day. My friend and I were smoking up together and he starts spilling his guts about how much he hates his ex-girlfriend, which was shocking, because he never talks about anything...so I gave him a big hug and told him everything would be okay. He hugs me back and mumbles into my neck, "It's fucked up, Zwitter...I mean, I got in one little fight and my mom got scared--" and I cut him off and started beating on him. Jerk. :jointsmile: