brownie points are delicious. anyway, it’s time for some delicious copy pasta:

oday I was in NYC, I take summer clbumes at an art school in New York, and I saw a man following an old asian woman and her little Asian grand daughter I think it was. He followed them for 4 blocks before making his move, I only saw all of this because they were all in front of me walking down E22nd street at the time I was walking down it. Anyways, the man kept getting closer and closer to them until finally he hit the woman with a crowbar and grabbed the girl. I immediately ran up to him as fast as I could and 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 that this cab was rare, but I thought “nah, forget it, yo holmes to Bel-Air!”

I pulled up to the house around 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie “yo holmes, smell ya later!” I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.

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