F.K.B.R.
When your family’s so high and loud they think they’re at a concert and start singing along to the blunt like it’s a rockstar.
I was just eating. My cousin started a song. F. K. B. R. was born.
My uncle brought a karaoke machine. F. K. B. R. went to the next level.
My mom started dancing. My dad started yelling. F. K. B. R. was unstoppable.