This is the story all about how my life got flip-turned upside down, so I'd like to take a minute just sit right there and I'll tell you the story of me gasping for air. In west new jersey on a Sunday night, at dinner time around seven or nine, in my kitchen where I cooked most of my eats, chillin out relaxing and acting all cool and deep frying some fish on the night before school, when a couple of fish, they weren't so good, started making trouble in my stomach and stuff I got in a couple of bites and my stomach god scared and said OH GOD MAN WE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE, so I went to bed grasping my guts and fell asleep thinking it would be good, I woke up in the morning and the first thing I said is MOM IM THROWING UP IN THE SINK GOD HELP, I SHOULDN'T BE HERE. So I hailed the school and told them I wasn't coming and stuff and I forget the rest of the fresh prince of Bel air so I can't parody it or rhyme much for that matter. And it's been like this since monday and I got a serious case of the stuffs. :c
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