bestfridayever.

remember this?

lemmebreakitdownfuhya.

fiesty had a birthday.

we made a billion cupcakes.

our success made us want to open a shop called "consider yourself sprinkled."

because we're cool like that. 

really though.

with stunna shades, asterisks, at signs, dollar signs,

 hash marks, get some and jersey shore references

i think we'd make bank.

i believe the gangster demographic is not represented in the cupcake industry.

have no fear my thugs, i hear you and i will represent you.

we're going to practice all summer and make the best baby cakes ever.

the rest of the night was spent dancing away.

i'm not exaggerating when i tell you it was

the.best.dance.party.ever.

i base this solely on the fact that i never stopped dancing

and i woke up the next morning unable to move my neck, shoulders or back.

the music and i became one.

it was truly magical.

good tunes. good friends. good cakes.

yeah we do it right in le tigre.

wicka whhat?!

oh, and for another indicator of how good our party was,

the following were left behind. 

spicy.