Twas a Saturday afternoon in the town of Babylon West. DJ Tanner was spinnin' ill beats from a Tribe Called Quest. The moon bounce was hoppin. I, G-spot, spit fire--like it wasn't stoppin. Eileen was dressed all in black--heart attack. Victoria Petrone was a robot--the ultimate one. She had moves so fly she was blindin like the sun. We stayed real late, into the evening. Victoria got mad hit on by a boy named highlighta, talkin to moonmans and even met a really bad liar. Paul. You gotta be kidding me kid, you're so out of it you don't even know what you did. It's all good, cause it was a grand night. Its time to go, it's Sunday, the Lord's day. I'm off like a kite.



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