Fresh or Fly?

Stev0 · **Posted:** Fri Oct 12, 2007 1:12 am

Believe me, there IS a difference!

Shadowfox · **Posted:** Fri Oct 12, 2007 1:13 am

Oven fresh!!!!

Yes, i choose fresh

netzen · **Posted:** Fri Oct 12, 2007 1:15 am

It depends on the deffinition of the two.

Beardo · **Posted:** Fri Oct 12, 2007 1:23 am

Wow, you losers a friggin' laaaaaame. Choose fly FTW.

Did he sell eggs? · **Posted:** Fri Oct 12, 2007 1:39 am

Being fresh is like being an old, fat rapper.

Fly is the new wave, brother.

sci-fi greg · **Joined:** Tue Jul 25, 2006 4:02 pm **Posts:** 1347

Keepin' it fresh.

The Experimental Film · **Posted:** Fri Oct 12, 2007 3:03 am

HOW CAN A MAN CHOOSE??!

Chekt · **Posted:** Fri Oct 12, 2007 3:10 am

this-guy · **Posted:** Fri Oct 12, 2007 10:32 am

The Experimental Film wrote:

HOW CAN A MAN CHOOSE??!

I have no idea.

Shippinator Mandy · **Posted:** Fri Oct 12, 2007 5:24 pm

GOT IN ONE LITTLE FIGHT AND MY MOM GOT SCARED
SHE SAID, "YOU'RE MOVIN' WITH YOUR AUNTIE AND UNCLE IN BEL-AIR"

This is relevant.

(fresh)

Duecex2 · **Posted:** Fri Oct 12, 2007 8:19 pm

Fresh, mang.

ChickenLeg · **Posted:** Fri Oct 12, 2007 8:27 pm

Duecex2 wrote:

Fresh, mang.

Yo mang, you ain't no fresh boy, du'. You be all fly wit' yo' wannabe. Not.

T-t-t-treated!

Choc-o-Lardiac Arrest · **Posted:** Fri Oct 12, 2007 8:33 pm

Welp, there is a story about how this guys home and personal life got screwed up and rearranged, if you just take a seat and wait for a moment, I think I can tell you how this dude became the second in line for the throne of the suburb of Bel-Air.

In the western part of Philadelphia, where our Protagonist was raised and birthed, I spent most of his teenage life on the basketball court in the playground at school, playing basket ball, hanging out, and acting like he owns everything. Then a few guys, who seemed to be apart of a gang and were not a good contribution to society, started to bully him and mess around in his lower middle class neighborhood. He tried to stand up to this gang of thugs, but, to no avail, ended up getting his rear end bruised by said thugs. When his mother found out, she scolded him and became frightened, and said to him "Boy, you are moving in with your Aunt and Uncle in the Hollywood Suburbs."

I made a call for a cab by blowing through my lips to create a whistling sound. The cab came close to the curb, I noticed that the State of California license plate was a custom one, and it read "FRESH," and had those 1983 style fuzzy dice hanging on the rear view mirror.

If anything, i would say that this cab was of the un-common variety, but I thought "No, it couldn't be, forget about it" and got in and said "Come on, friend, take me to Bel Air!"

We pulled up to my aunt and uncles house around seven or eight o'clock PM. I got out of the cab, paid the driver, and waived him goodbye.
I looked up and down at the outside of the house, thought of it as my new castle. I had finally arrived, and I was going to sit on my newly erected throne as the second in line for the crown of Bel Air.

If anything, I'd have to side with the Cab Drivers license plate and say FRESH.

The Noid · **Posted:** Fri Oct 12, 2007 8:48 pm

Fuh-resh.

Acekirby · **Posted:** Sat Oct 13, 2007 5:28 am

This is a tale explaining the manner in which
My way of life was rotated along a Y axis until it reached a position roughly 180 degrees from that which it started
If I could have 60 seconds of your time, simply place your posterior in the selected location
And I will relate to you the details of how I was made the male monarch of the district of the City of Los Angeles, California commonly referred to as Bel-Air (coordinates 34.08333 -118.44778)

In the western region of the “City of Brotherly Love” known as Philadelphia my mother expelled me from her womb and indeed that is also where I spent my childhood in my mother’s care
The majority of my time was spent in a recreational area containing such diversions as a jungle gym, swing set, sand box, etc.
I was typically at the height of leisure while frequently at a temperature slightly below what might be considered standard room temperature
Outside of my educational institution I was engaging in a game of basketball with some of my friends
When a couple of gentlemen who seemed to be of the disposition to cause a great deal of mischief
Began causing a great deal of chaos and disharmony in the area in which I lived
I was involved in one rather small bout of fisticuffs after which my mother became concerned for my general safety and well-being
And she informed me that I would be moving in with her sister and her sister’s husband in the previously mentioned community of Bel-Air

I puckered my lips and exhaled forcefully to produce a shrill note in order to gain the attention of a taxicab driver and as the driver approached
I observed his California vanity plate which in place of the traditional jumble of alpha-numeric characters, used only the letters F, R, E, S, and H, spelling out the word “fresh” and from his rearview mirror dangled a pair of oversized, fur-covered cubes decorated to look like the six-sided dice commonly used in gambling and board games
In such a situation I could have made a statement about the unusualness of this particular taxicab to the point of it being nearly unique
Instead I cogitatively decided against it and instead informed the driver that he should deliver me to what was to become my new home in the community of Bel-Air

We pulled up to a large domicile sometime between the hours of 7 and 8 o’clock
And in a loud tone of voice I informed the cab driver that at some undetermined point in the future I would again detect his odor through my sense of olfaction
I gazed about the region of land that I was destined to rule, reflecting on my arrival
Where I would claim my rightful place upon the throne, from which I would govern the community of Bel-Air as monarch

Choc-o-Lardiac Arrest · **Posted:** Sat Oct 13, 2007 6:19 am

Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And Id like to take a minute just sit right there
Ill tell you how I became the prince of a town called bel-air

In west philadelfia born and raised
On the playground where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys said were up in no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said youre moving with your aunte and uncle in bel-air

I begged and pleaded with her the other day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kissin and she gave me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said I might aswell kick it

First class, yo this is bad,
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of bel-air livin like,
Hmm this might be alright!

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
Licensplate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby yo, home smell you later
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air

The Cup of Coffee · **Posted:** Sat Oct 13, 2007 12:23 pm

Quote:

This is a tale explaining the manner in which
My way of life was rotated along a Y axis until it reached a position roughly 180 degrees from that which it started
If I could have 60 seconds of your time, simply place your posterior in the selected location
And I will relate to you the details of how I was made the male monarch of the district of the City of Los Angeles, California commonly referred to as Bel-Air (coordinates 34.08333 -118.44778)

In the western region of the “City of Brotherly Love” known as Philadelphia my mother expelled me from her womb and indeed that is also where I spent my childhood in my mother’s care
The majority of my time was spent in a recreational area containing such diversions as a jungle gym, swing set, sand box, etc.
I was typically at the height of leisure while frequently at a temperature slightly below what might be considered standard room temperature
Outside of my educational institution I was engaging in a game of basketball with some of my friends
When a couple of gentlemen who seemed to be of the disposition to cause a great deal of mischief
Began causing a great deal of chaos and disharmony in the area in which I lived
I was involved in one rather small bout of fisticuffs after which my mother became concerned for my general safety and well-being
And she informed me that I would be moving in with her sister and her sister’s husband in the previously mentioned community of Bel-Air

I puckered my lips and exhaled forcefully to produce a shrill note in order to gain the attention of a taxicab driver and as the driver approached
I observed his California vanity plate which in place of the traditional jumble of alpha-numeric characters, used only the letters F, R, E, S, and H, spelling out the word “fresh” and from his rearview mirror dangled a pair of oversized, fur-covered cubes decorated to look like the six-sided dice commonly used in gambling and board games
In such a situation I could have made a statement about the unusualness of this particular taxicab to the point of it being nearly unique
Instead I cogitatively decided against it and instead informed the driver that he should deliver me to what was to become my new home in the community of Bel-Air

We pulled up to a large domicile sometime between the hours of 7 and 8 o’clock
And in a loud tone of voice I informed the cab driver that at some undetermined point in the future I would again detect his odor through my sense of olfaction
I gazed about the region of land that I was destined to rule, reflecting on my arrival
Where I would claim my rightful place upon the throne, from which I would govern the community of Bel-Air as monarch
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Fry. That's right. Fresh and fly.

sci-fi greg · **Joined:** Tue Jul 25, 2006 4:02 pm **Posts:** 1347

Choc-o-Lardiac Arrest wrote:

Welp, there is a story about how this guys home and personal life got screwed up and rearranged, if you just take a seat and wait for a moment, I think I can tell you how this dude became the second in line for the throne of the suburb of Bel-Air.

In the western part of Philadelphia, where our Protagonist was raised and birthed, I spent most of his teenage life on the basketball court in the playground at school, playing basket ball, hanging out, and acting like he owns everything. Then a few guys, who seemed to be apart of a gang and were not a good contribution to society, started to bully him and mess around in his lower middle class neighborhood. He tried to stand up to this gang of thugs, but, to no avail, ended up getting his rear end bruised by said thugs. When his mother found out, she scolded him and became frightened, and said to him "Boy, you are moving in with your Aunt and Uncle in the Hollywood Suburbs."

I made a call for a cab by blowing through my lips to create a whistling sound. The cab came close to the curb, I noticed that the State of California license plate was a custom one, and it read "FRESH," and had those 1983 style fuzzy dice hanging on the rear view mirror.

If anything, i would say that this cab was of the un-common variety, but I thought "No, it couldn't be, forget about it" and got in and said "Come on, friend, take me to Bel Air!"

We pulled up to my aunt and uncles house around seven or eight o'clock PM. I got out of the cab, paid the driver, and waived him goodbye.
I looked up and down at the outside of the house, thought of it as my new castle. I had finally arrived, and I was going to sit on my newly erected throne as the second in line for the crown of Bel Air.

If anything, I'd have to side with the Cab Drivers license plate and say FRESH.

Why did you switch between third person and first person?

Beardo · **Posted:** Sat Oct 13, 2007 3:10 pm

I doubt he actually wrote that.

(But if you did, good job)

Droideka · **Posted:** Sat Oct 13, 2007 3:10 pm

Fly, although I would have voted fresh if it wasn't beating fly so badly.

Ju Ju Master · **Joined:** Wed Jul 06, 2005 1:01 am **Posts:** 6245

Fly. Not sure why.

iand93 · **Posted:** Sat Oct 13, 2007 6:44 pm

Fresh. Yup.

IantheGecko · **Posted:** Sat Oct 13, 2007 7:33 pm

FRESH!

Wesstarrunner · **Posted:** Sat Oct 13, 2007 9:45 pm

In conclusion: Fresh FTW!

this-guy · **Posted:** Sat Oct 13, 2007 10:03 pm

Wesstarrunner wrote:

In conclusion: Fresh FTW!

This reminds me that I should vote fresh.

Choc-o-Lardiac Arrest · **Posted:** Sat Oct 13, 2007 11:24 pm

sci-fi greg wrote:

Why did you switch between third person and first person?

Because I'm just that kind of guy.

Marshmallow Roast · **Posted:** Sat Oct 13, 2007 11:28 pm

Fresh.

I don't need to EXPLAIN myself!

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