I have a little story about the end of the world.
I was in D.C. a few days ago with some friends, and we're walking down the street having a great time. We watched some street musicians passed by some protesters, went to some monuments, and had a general ball. So we walked along a street and we saw a little building that housed a lady who did psychic readings and tarot cards. so we walked in and was this lady's house. it was a mess, smelled kinda funny, but it looked like her home and had some cool psychic hoodoo stuff here and there. we asked if we could have your fortunes read, and she told us in a bizarre accent "voon at a ti-eem."
We sat down at 3 chairs outside of her apartment door, and my friend Joe went in. We heard some discussion, nad after 2 minutes time, he came out like nothing happened and assured us that its no big deal, that she was "fairly legit."
So my next two friends go in, each one at a time, and its getting darker outside. Its also getting warmer inside. The third friend of mine emerges, and last but not least, it's my turn.
SO i go in, her house is a mess, lots of antiques and magic crap, there are a few cats here and there, it smells like hookah. So i go in, and this ugly old woman sits across from me at a table. She reads my palms and tells me "you have leetal ambeeshin, but you are good boy." I ask her "I need to ask you something, will the world end in my lifetime?" She pauses, considering lying to me. SHe shamefully says "Yes." "How?" I ask. "That is not yours or mines bees-nuss. But somebody you love will play factor."
"When? When will it be?"
She turns to me and tells me "I cannot tell you thees." "What can I do to get you to tell me?" She thinks for a moment. She turns to me with an evil grin. "There is one thing."
She opens a door right next to her table, to reveal a girl, about 18 or 19, beautiful as can be, dark skin, long black hair, sitting on a couch watching tv and smoking hookah. You dont understand. This girl was freaking amazing. This is how angels would look if they came from the middle east. She looks to me with a small smile with those unbeleivable green eyes.
I hear the old women tell me "You get answer if you geev her daughtar."
The door slams behind me and i gulp. Sweat pours down my forehead. The girl stands up and swaggers slowly toward me. "Did you ask her the question about the end of the world?" She asks. "Yeah, I guess." She smiles. She comes over to me and kisses me right on the lips a few times and puts her arms around my neck. I put my hands on her ass as she elads me to the couch. The throws me down on my back onto the couch. She lies on top of me as we start making out. She unbuttons her pants, and pulls them down and throws them away.
She continues making out as she slides near the back of the couc, so we're both on out sides. My kisses move slowly down her neck, down to her chest, to her belly and then down to her crotch. I slowly start pulling down her panties when my mom got scarred and said "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 7 or 8 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 prince of Bel-Air.
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