I was rooting through my closet looking for something, when I found a book I made in class in first grade. It was called "My Best Day Ever"
Curious, I turned the page.
Apparently, my best day ever involved me being a rapper with a talking stack of cash next to me on stage. It's my "ultra fortune" that I apparently make.
Then I'm in the middle of singing "The Rapping Rap" when my mom calls me and screams "GET THIS ROOM CLEANED NOW"
I get really angry and say "GOSH" and throw all my toys (Which are apparently a bunch of scribbles into my closet) and start to rap again. I play my gameboy and then go to sleep.
I also apparently sleep with eyes nose and mouth becoming music notes.
WTF was I on?
You know? This actually lends proof to my theory that I am a reincarnated Rapper.
On March 26th, 1995, a rapper by the name of Eazy-E died.
I was born that day, and I was named Erik.
That starts with an E.
Guys...
I'm gonna make an ultra fortune. O-O
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