Fake fic: What fresh hell is this?
What Fresh Hell is this is the story all about how Crowley’s life got flipped upside down. I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there, and I’ll tell you how he became the Fresh Hell Prince of Bel-Air.
In West Scotland, born and raised, on the moor is where he spent most of his days. Chillin’ out maxin, looking all cool, drinking some whiskey outside the school. He was the short little dude who thought he was cool, and started making trouble in his neighborhood. He asked for a big wiener and his Mom got scared, said I’m moving you to Uncle Lucifer in Bel-Air.
He whistled for the cab, and when it came near, the license plate said Hell and it had ice on the mirror. If anything, he could see that this cab was rare, but thought, nah forget it, yo boy, to Bel-Air.
He pulled up to the cage about 7-8 and yelled to the cabbie, goodbye boy, see you later. He looked at his kingdom, he was finally there, to sit on his throne as the Fresh Hell Prince of Bel-Air.