"Nate said that I didn't have to do the family business till I was 25! If I didn't then I would be sent away or killed so yea my future seems like shit but do I look like I give a shit like this is my HOLIDAY-" "Calm down!" said Cleda. "Your rushing. Meditating is calm. Rushing is our enemy. We must relax, and feel the nature around us. Nature is our hom-" "All 'nature' I see is my laptop, TV, bed, gaming consoles and food. Like, if nature is our mum 'cause it's Mother Nature, then is my food my mum? OH MY HOLY SHITTYBUM MY FOOD IS MY MAMAAA-" "If you don't want to meditate with me then leave!" "Chill!" said Hunter, as he burst into the room. "Jesus Christ chill OUT! By the way, I need to do a number 2. Don't mind Cleda, but could ya wipe me arsehole? Pweeeeeeeze-" "ENOUGH!" She stomped her foot like a 5 year old-she definitely seemed like the height of one-and started running around the room having a tantrum-told ya, 5 year old-then fell to the ground and cried. Michael was then pushed in by two babies? "Michael, don't tell me Summer and Jasmine are stronger than your hairy arse!" "Oi! Look who's talking? YOU couldn't even hold in your pee to reach the toilet when you were on a ride when you were 7! EVERYONE saw it! And YOU peed like a BABY!" "Michael, what about bUnNy SlIpPeRs?" I replied. Michael slumped back onto the beanbag in the corner. "You win." "That easily?" Cleda said, jumping up onto her feet. We just looked at her blankly. "Bruh, y'all terrify the shit outta me. Ima go get myself some Starbucks. Hunter babe, can you drive me there?" Hunter got up unwillingly and then followed her, as her keys jangled.
Summer, Jasmine, Colin and Gillian were now in my room, crying their heads off. Lucky Michael was there, so I left him to live there with the 4 annoying demons and I left to go to McDonald's. Then he texted me with a sad emoji. "shut up motherfucker I'm ordering some food and it is 'ahem' healthy ;)" Then he immediately replied with a happy dancing gif with a weird looking carrot smoking. I shook my head and shoved my phone in my pocket.
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Your Pretty Face Won't Get You Anywhere
HumorMichael literally needs to impress me. Once I told him that tuxedos make me weak, he's been sending me pics of just that. By the way, did you know I'm a millionaire? Well, billionaire. But I just found out a big secret about my family, that may incl...
