Cool Story Hansel

So by the end of this story, you're going to be all WTH, that was 3PIC, i know, so tune in, and get ready for a ride on the roflcopter with a huge glass of lmaonade. btdubstein, this is all true. So there i was, sitting in a ski rack at the side of the road, minding my own business, when some dood walk up to me and shouts "Zoolander FTW". Now, i'm not going to lie to you, i'm a huge fan of the film, but i never back down from a challenge, so 10 minutes later, we had made it to the middle of a bridge, reciting pagemaster like madmen. Then all of a sudden, this bear ambles up to us and said "for serious, no homo, but if i weren't a bear, and carrie fisher weren't luke’s sister...", but then, midsentence, realizing that bears can't talk, disappeared into a puff of purple smoke. Taking a break from our p-master fight, the guy says to me "wow, what kind of bear thinks he can talk, epic fail". At this point, i'm like "omhaysus! YOU'RE a bear". Looking down at himself, he realized his hypocrisy and turned himself into a black guy. Then he's all "You have freed me from the bear form that i just realized i was in, take this high five as payment". He then proceeded to give me the greatest high five of all time, and bards still speak of it to this day. So, in the end, i get in this one little crazy pagemaster off, and my mom got scared, she said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in bel-air" I begged and pleaded with her day after day, but she packed my suit case and send me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'. First class, yo this is bad, drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like? Hmmmmm this might be alright. But wait I hear there're prissy, wine all that is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat? I don't think so, I'll see when I get there. I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air. Well, the plane landed and when I came out, there was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out. I ain't trying to get arrested, I just got here. I sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappeared. 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 can say this cab is rare, but I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'. I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8. And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'. I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air