21 Things I Know About You

I have absolutely none of the stronger feelings for Piper, but she's definitely one of my best friends. We had a prank when we finally landed in Detroit, my dad's hometown.
We did her classic: jack a 1999 BMW 520i.
We used her charm speak to get the guy to give us the keys. Then I came in and whooped his butt silly. He was knocked out and we rode. Little problem, though, I look exactly like my father, but younger.
"Becky, oh my fucking God, it's Eminem!" this girl screams to her friend.
"Please, Marshall, let me suck your cock!" the friend yelled.
"Bitch, I'm Eminem's son and I'm only 17!" I yelled at her.
"You definitely inherited cussing from your dad," Piper joked.
"You have absolutely no idea what having a famous father is like." I told her.
"Tristan McLean, dumbass!"
"Oh, yeah, Tristan Dope-Lean,"
"Ha, ha, ha. Very funny." Piper laughed sarcastically.
Here's the joke. Tristan McLean was famous, and I think he knew my dad. Piper saw his dad twisting lean (cough syrup) in Sprite, and then dumping angel dust on it all and drinking it. He was whacked. So whacked he almost killed Piper, but somehow she jumped out of a two-story door. Three years later, last month, she read that Tristan had admitted to using PCP (angel dust).
We're doing 90 down 8 Mile Road. The part's not in main Detroit have such cool views.
My salsa makes all the pretty girls wanna dance and take off their underpants, the CD plays. I'm super into my dad's music and D12. We turn around and we meet the others at the SpaceShip. But in a different way.

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