Yesterday, I was supposed to be in charge of taking care of my mom's dog. She was getting therapy to deal with the trauma of leaving my father and now all she had was her dog. He was all that gave her peace after I decided to start dating a Jew (we're Seventh-Day Adventists). I offered to take care of her dog, but at the same time I needed to buy an engagement ring for my girlfriend to propose to her. So I stopped by the store to pick up the $25,000 engagement ring for my beloved and set everything up to make my mom's place look romantic. I hid the ring in a box of candy to show her how sweet she was and how much I want everyday to be full of her sweetness. She arrived at the door, and I wanted to give her the box of candy. Guess what happened? That dog decided to snoop around and eat the candy with the ring. I had to give her a box of Cadbury chocolates and send her off.
I was so angry with that dog. I had spent almost all of my money for a ring for my lover, just hoping one day she would want to spend the rest of my life with me. I took a knife from the kitchen, pinned the dog to the ground and stabbed him repeatedly in the stomach until he finally stopped whimpering and croaked.
I was horrified at what I had just done. I had never, ever hurt a dog or any animal in my life before. My mom depended on this dog for her company. I care about my mom, too, and I thought she would kill me and hate me after what I did to her dog. I considered hiding her dog and getting her another one, but you know dogs. They have distinct personalities, and she'd recognize the difference. So I decided to clean up the blood and avoid the topic.
A few hours later, my mom came home. I initially tried to shy away from the topic, but she got anxious because her dog was not at home. She was starting to panic, having being greeted by that dog the same way for over 5 years. I broke down and apologized to her, begging her to forgive me for what I had done to her pooch. Boy, she was speechless. It was just like in those movies. Her eyes widened, and covered her mouth with her hand. I can't describe the look of her anymore. She stood still for a couple of minutes, clenched her wrists, walked to me slowly, scared, and she 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 can say this cab is rare, but I thought now "forget it yo Homes to Bel Air". I pulled up to the house at 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.
i.e. TIP by Bel Airing you
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