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Re: People aren't even learning cursive anymore ?
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| 15 Mar 2016 09:31 AM |
Wtf ?
Are we a generation of mentals ? Who doesn't know cursive ?
That means you literally dropped out of 2nd grade.
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JEX_1337
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| 15 Mar 2016 09:32 AM |
Now, this is a story all about how, my life got twisted upside down. And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.
In west Philadelphia, born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out maxin', relaxin' all cool, and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys, who were up to no good, started makin' trouble in my neighbourhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."
I begged and pleaded with her day after day, But she packed my suicase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket, I put my walkman on, and said, "I might as well kick it!"
First class, yo this is bad. Drinkin' orange juice outta a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like? Hmmmmmmm. This might be alright.
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeouis, and all that,
Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat? I don't think so, I'll see when I get there, I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air.
Well, the plane landed and when I came out, There was a dude who looked like a cop and was yellin' my name out. I ain't tryin' to get arrested, man, I just got here! I sprang with the quickness, like lightin', disappeared.
I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and had dice in the mirror! If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, But I said, "Naw forget it. Yo homes to Bel-Air!"
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air. Now, this is a story all about how, my life got twisted upside down. And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.
In west Philadelphia, born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out maxin', relaxin' all cool, and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys, who were up to no good, started makin' trouble in my neighbourhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."
I begged and pleaded with her day after day, But she packed my suicase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket, I put my walkman on, and said, "I might as well kick it!"
First class, yo this is bad. Drinkin' orange juice outta a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like? Hmmmmmmm. This might be alright.
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeouis, and all that,
Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat? I don't think so, I'll see when I get there, I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air.
Well, the plane landed and when I came out, There was a dude who looked like a cop and was yellin' my name out. I ain't tryin' to get arrested, man, I just got here! I sprang with the quickness, like lightin', disappeared.
I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and had dice in the mirror! If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, But I said, "Naw forget it. Yo homes to Bel-Air!"
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.
Now, this is a story all about how, my life got twisted upside down. And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.
In west Philadelphia, born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out maxin', relaxin' all cool, and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys, who were up to no good, started makin' trouble in my neighbourhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."
I begged and pleaded with her day after day, But she packed my suicase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket, I put my walkman on, and said, "I might as well kick it!"
First class, yo this is bad. Drinkin' orange juice outta a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like? Hmmmmmmm. This might be alright.
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeouis, and all that,
Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat? I don't think so, I'll see when I get there, I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air.
Well, the plane landed and when I came out, There was a dude who looked like a cop and was yellin' my name out. I ain't tryin' to get arrested, man, I just got here! I sprang with the quickness, like lightin', disappeared.
I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and had dice in the mirror! If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, But I said, "Naw forget it. Yo homes to Bel-Air!"
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.
Now, this is a story all about how, my life got twisted upside down. And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.
In west Philadelphia, born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out maxin', relaxin' all cool, and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys, who were up to no good, started makin' trouble in my neighbourhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."
I begged and pleaded with her day after day, But she packed my suicase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket, I put my walkman on, and said, "I might as well kick it!"
First class, yo this is bad. Drinkin' orange juice outta a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like? Hmmmmmmm. This might be alright.
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeouis, and all that,
Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat? I don't think so, I'll see when I get there, I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air.
Well, the plane landed and when I came out, There was a dude who looked like a cop and was yellin' my name out. I ain't tryin' to get arrested, man, I just got here! I sprang with the quickness, like lightin', disappeared.
I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and had dice in the mirror! If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, But I said, "Naw forget it. Yo homes to Bel-Air!"
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.
Now, this is a story all about how, my life got twisted upside down. And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.
In west Philadelphia, born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out maxin', relaxin' all cool, and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys, who were up to no good, started makin' trouble in my neighbourhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."
I begged and pleaded with her day after day, But she packed my suicase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket, I put my walkman on, and said, "I might as well kick it!"
First class, yo this is bad. Drinkin' orange juice outta a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like? Hmmmmmmm. This might be alright.
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeouis, and all that,
Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat? I don't think so, I'll see when I get there, I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air.
Well, the plane landed and when I came out, There was a dude who looked like a cop and was yellin' my name out. I ain't tryin' to get arrested, man, I just got here! I sprang with the quickness, like lightin', disappeared.
I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and had dice in the mirror! If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, But I said, "Naw forget it. Yo homes to Bel-Air!"
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, 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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| 15 Mar 2016 09:32 AM |
| because you literally do not need cursive unless it's for signatures |
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| 15 Mar 2016 09:32 AM |
| Actually, I think 2nd grade was the last year we learned cursive. After that, they said "no" and we stopped. I can somewhat make it out when reading it and sign my name when needed, so eh, I suppose I'm good. |
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| 15 Mar 2016 09:33 AM |
I spent my entire 2nd grade year learning cursive.
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JEX_1337
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| 15 Mar 2016 09:34 AM |
Now, this is a story all about how, my life got twisted upside down. And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.
In west Philadelphia, born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out maxin', relaxin' all cool, and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys, who were up to no good, started makin' trouble in my neighbourhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."
I begged and pleaded with her day after day, But she packed my suicase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket, I put my walkman on, and said, "I might as well kick it!"
First class, yo this is bad. Drinkin' orange juice outta a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like? Hmmmmmmm. This might be alright.
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeouis, and all that,
Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat? I don't think so, I'll see when I get there, I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air.
Well, the plane landed and when I came out, There was a dude who looked like a cop and was yellin' my name out. I ain't tryin' to get arrested, man, I just got here! I sprang with the quickness, like lightin', disappeared.
I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and had dice in the mirror! If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, But I said, "Naw forget it. Yo homes to Bel-Air!"
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air. Now, this is a story all about how, my life got twisted upside down. And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.
In west Philadelphia, born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out maxin', relaxin' all cool, and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys, who were up to no good, started makin' trouble in my neighbourhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."
I begged and pleaded with her day after day, But she packed my suicase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket, I put my walkman on, and said, "I might as well kick it!"
First class, yo this is bad. Drinkin' orange juice outta a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like? Hmmmmmmm. This might be alright.
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeouis, and all that,
Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat? I don't think so, I'll see when I get there, I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air.
Well, the plane landed and when I came out, There was a dude who looked like a cop and was yellin' my name out. I ain't tryin' to get arrested, man, I just got here! I sprang with the quickness, like lightin', disappeared.
I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and had dice in the mirror! If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, But I said, "Naw forget it. Yo homes to Bel-Air!"
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.
Now, this is a story all about how, my life got twisted upside down. And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.
In west Philadelphia, born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out maxin', relaxin' all cool, and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys, who were up to no good, started makin' trouble in my neighbourhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."
I begged and pleaded with her day after day, But she packed my suicase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket, I put my walkman on, and said, "I might as well kick it!"
First class, yo this is bad. Drinkin' orange juice outta a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like? Hmmmmmmm. This might be alright.
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeouis, and all that,
Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat? I don't think so, I'll see when I get there, I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air.
Well, the plane landed and when I came out, There was a dude who looked like a cop and was yellin' my name out. I ain't tryin' to get arrested, man, I just got here! I sprang with the quickness, like lightin', disappeared.
I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and had dice in the mirror! If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, But I said, "Naw forget it. Yo homes to Bel-Air!"
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.
Now, this is a story all about how, my life got twisted upside down. And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.
In west Philadelphia, born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out maxin', relaxin' all cool, and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys, who were up to no good, started makin' trouble in my neighbourhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."
I begged and pleaded with her day after day, But she packed my suicase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket, I put my walkman on, and said, "I might as well kick it!"
First class, yo this is bad. Drinkin' orange juice outta a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like? Hmmmmmmm. This might be alright.
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeouis, and all that,
Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat? I don't think so, I'll see when I get there, I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air.
Well, the plane landed and when I came out, There was a dude who looked like a cop and was yellin' my name out. I ain't tryin' to get arrested, man, I just got here! I sprang with the quickness, like lightin', disappeared.
I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and had dice in the mirror! If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, But I said, "Naw forget it. Yo homes to Bel-Air!"
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.
Now, this is a story all about how, my life got twisted upside down. And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.
In west Philadelphia, born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out maxin', relaxin' all cool, and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys, who were up to no good, started makin' trouble in my neighbourhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."
I begged and pleaded with her day after day, But she packed my suicase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket, I put my walkman on, and said, "I might as well kick it!"
First class, yo this is bad. Drinkin' orange juice outta a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like? Hmmmmmmm. This might be alright.
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeouis, and all that,
Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat? I don't think so, I'll see when I get there, I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air.
Well, the plane landed and when I came out, There was a dude who looked like a cop and was yellin' my name out. I ain't tryin' to get arrested, man, I just got here! I sprang with the quickness, like lightin', disappeared.
I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and had dice in the mirror! If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, But I said, "Naw forget it. Yo homes to Bel-Air!"
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, 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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