Choccy Milk Memes Novels & Stories

The kids hide behind their father since Verosha was totally intimidating whenever she’s in her cold mode again. “Opss. Want some ice cream?” Lium chuckled as he asked. “Milk with mint.” Verosha and Veronica said at the same time. “Chocolate mint.” Lillia said excitedly. “Chocolate milk.” Raven said excitedly as well that making Lium chuckle at how blessed he was already. “Alright, two milk mint, one choco mint, and choco milk.” he nodded as he took note of their requested ice cream flavor. “How about you, Daddy, what ice cream do you want?” Veronica asked making Lium think first before grinning.

There were also three kinds of milk-skimmed, two percent, soy milk, and chocolate milk. We made our way with the full cart to pay as Claire chatted away about the importance of keeping a secret identity, using an old show about a high-school pop star living a double life as an example. We had sat her down and talked with her earlier about pretending that I was her dad. So, her relating our situation to the kids' show was brilliant.

“Why don’t you make yourself useful, Cason? Les and her sisters are probably thirsty. There should be bottled water in the fridge.” I ignore his question, but yes. Everyone’s going to see the melty face tattoo I got for losing a bet to Milo about the mystery cheese Mrs. Miller used to make her famous grilled cheese sandwiches. We were only nineteen and on a one month leave before leaving for the war. It’s shredded Gruyere, if you were wondering, not Swiss cheese. I have a melty face tattoo on my ass as proof.

"Grasshopper, probably." "Grasshopper?!" Leo lets out a loud laugh. "Bugs? In a milkshake." I chuckle. "It's just an expression. It's actually mint and chocolate." Leo's eyes grow wide. "Oooo..." "And it's green," I add. "Green?!" Leo gasps and returns his gaze to Isabella. She matches his surprise. "That's crazy, right?" I feel a hand on my arm. Marisol. I glance at her and she's smiling at me. The pinch at the corner of her eyes says so much without her having to say anything at all.

If he had to walk away, he would. “Oh my God,” she squealed and Brian looked over at her. “I have to get some of these!” He walked over to see what she was looking at and nearly choked. “What the hell, Jon?” he asked, looking over at his friend. Jonathon smirked at him. “It’s part of our ‘Too Hot to Handle’ line.” “They’re chocolate cocks,” Brian blurted out. “They are,” Jonathon confirmed, “with chili-flavored cream centers. Very popular with the Hen’s party crowd.”

Like a speed train, he snarfs it down and licks his chops, then sits and eyes his human with blatant optimism. “Down.” The dog collapses back to the floor, offended, eyes squeezed shut in what can only be described as a puppy pout. I turn my attention to my milkshake. It’s obscene. Layer upon layer of chocolate decadence — double fudge swirled with creamy chocolate, chunks of cookie dough suspended like buried treasure. It looks thick enough to qualify as a structural material. I take a sip through the curly straw. The cold hits my tongue in a sugar explosion that makes my eyes roll back slightly.

Milo declared, “And macaroni makes me strong. But not the boring kind they serve here. That just makes me sleepy.” I chuckled again and ruffled his hair playfully, “I’ll see what I can do about that macaroni problem.” “Really?” Milo’s eyes lit up, “You can tell the cook to make it like my mom’s? She puts extra cheese and a little hot sauce.” “I’ll tell the school,” I said, my heart warming when his smile widened. “But tell me, Milo, what else makes soldiers brave?” Milo thought for a moment before leaning in closer to my face as if he wanted to tell me a secret. “Dessert,” he whispered. “Chocolate cake. That’s the best.”

~Freaky J🤽👅🤴🌹 That's because I'm crazy 🥴🌹 ~Chelly ❤️💞 I totally believe that 😂 ~Freaky J🤽👅🤴🌹 Crazy about you🙃🥴😩❣️ ~Chelly❤️💞 I........ ~Freaky J🤽👅🤴🌹 You what? ~Chelly❤️💞 Gotta eat,byeee👋,don't miss me too much 😉😂

I ask after looking at my watch. She smiles and nods."We have Twinkies, Hershey kisses, twix and different bags of chips. Take your pick." I tell her as I leave the pantry door open. I get some twix and Twinkies and begin stuffing my mouth. She gets a bag of Doritos and starts eating. I go to the fridge and get the milk and chocolate syrup out. I get two large cups and pour the two ingredients into it before popping it into the microwave. "Fun fact, I could drink this kind of chocolate milk but I hate hot chocolate and store bought chocolate milk." I tell her and her mouth falls open. "How can you hate hot chocolate. That is one of the best things ever." She argues.

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