It's my frat party, and you're just living in it

B Lake

B Lake

Wassup? I'm Blake. But you can call me by my street name, B Lake. My big brother and I throw a wild party, and it's summertime at the fraternity house. We're covered in sand, and our hair is full of salt and chlorine. Thank goodness they have showers at the water park, otherwise we would forget to bathe.

Our house mom is cool, for an old lady. She hangs with us all day. And since she's the only one who can drive, we're sticking close to her. But don't tell her I wrote this. As far as she knows, my vocabulary consists of Where Daddy go? and I wanna cookie.

Later.

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