Yes, it's true. As many of you may know, I live in the North of England. Anyway I had a job interview at a fancy Country club in manchester, the job wasn't there they were just recruiting there. So I attended and in a seperate party was none other than the prime minister and leader of the free world... David Cameron. He had a lot of security around him, and in my cheap suit I looked out of place. He was generally relaxing so I approached him, I never said anything but I got in his vacinity. We made eye contact and he initiated the conversation with a greeting. Now at this point I must make clear I'm against the 2 party system, both the Conservative and Labour parties. No real change will ever be made under such a system, however I held back in the interest of politeness and being starstuck. We got talking and the discussion moved to the Industrial, dying North, a subject I'm somewhat of an unrecognised PHD on. Later on after he knew my living conditions he announced he'd like to be my Uncle and started to refer to himself as such. He mentioned he had a house in America, in "Belayre" or something, I could hardly make it out with his accent. Then he just layed this on me: "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel Air." 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 cab 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 holmes, smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Princess of Bel Air!"
Needless to say I accepted and am now a Black guy living in Belair.
Needless to say I accepted and am now a Black guy living in Belair.
