French for the number fourteen
Okay so my family had a New years eve party thing at our house and and I just got done cleaning the remnants of that party. Its almost February.
I found FUCKING HOT CHOCOLATE UNDER MY FUCKING BED
it was freaking full too!
Like you twig binch gonna freaking order some flipping hot chocolate and not even drink it
Like come on now
I could've drank that
I drank my entire hot chocolate and most of my cousins
Don't judge me
I'm just glad that I have a fast metabolism
Cause ooh guuurrlll
I eat a ten
Course meal ery day
Cash me ousside how bow dah
If you know what that's from, I love you.
But I mean, the party wasn't that bad, I guess. I mean, I was on clean up crew because these stupid ass adults kept spilling their drinks, and my one year old sister got a taste of Bacardi
And somehow my bedroom became the coat closet
But it was alright cos afterwards all of the adults went out to the club and my two cousins and I were left to do whatever we wanted
( *・ω・)ノ
So
Long story short
We ended up smoking weed out of a Pepsi can
And mixing vodka and strawberry juice
Disclaimer: the only alcohol that actually tasted good was the red and white wine
Liquor taste like shit and chemicals.
We posted videos on Snapchat of us taking shots
It was Kewl
Will I do it again?
Maybe


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