Backstory: I've been living with my parents for the longest time. For those of you who don't know, I used to rant about how my parents treated me while living under their roof during my high school and college life. Well, I finally graduated and have a full-time job and yet, I still live with them. Things have gotten better so there's no more rants, obviously. My mom still packs my lunch for work, but fuck it. Since I've been living here, I never had to pay rent so I saved up a decent amount of money (I'm almost 30).
Present day: I've been looking around for houses in the area, but couldn't find anything so I decided to look at condos downtown. Several months pass when I finally saw a condo that caught my eye. It was built right around the time the economic bubble burst so I had a feeling I struck gold. I called the realtor to set an appointment on the weekend to check out the place. When my parents and I got there, we were greeted by two people. I guess they're partners, but whatever. We checked the place out and got a tour yadda yadda yadda. I immediately knew this was the place I will live in until I get married (if that will happen, of course).
After they got my credentials, me, my parents, and the realtors finally sat down to sign the papers. It took a while to do the paperwork because the realtors were extremely personable. My parents and I joked that they were gay (in our native tongue) because of how they were talking. As I handed over the contracts, I slipped said, "here you gays." Needless to say, they got offended. While my FOB parents were oblivious to what I said, I was bugging the fuck out and tried to apologize. It wasn't until the realtors started talking about equal rights in an assertive tone when my parents got scared and decided I'm moving to auntie and uncle's house 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 could say that this cab was rare but I thought, "man forget it, yo homes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie, "yo homes, smell ya later!' Looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.