I was out at the bar down the street from my house lastnight and this couple sitting a few seats down the bar from me started arguing...they were just in earshot so I could make out a bit of what they were saying...apparently he fu**ed her best friend and she in turn fu**ed his best friend to get revenge on him...he learned about her fu**ing his best friend right there in the bar while I'm sitting there...so what does he do? he cold cocks the bit** and she flies off her stool and was sprawled on the ground...being the gentleman I am, I picked her up off the ground and then knocked the fu**er out for hitting the lady...about this time the bar was in a commotion and I figured I should probably gtfo before the po po show up..so, I run outside, 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 could say that this cat was rare, But I thought "Nah forget it, Yo home to Bel Air." I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.