"What's his name? That rapper that says, like, 'what' and 'yea-yeah'?" my dad asked me.
"How should I know? I'm not really into rap."
"Ten Cents?" my brother offered. My dad held in a laugh.
"Its Fifty Cents," he said, releasing a chuckle. I myself started dying of laughter, giggling like a madman.
"What, did he, like, lose forty cents are something?" I struggled to say through my chuckling.
"He's drop'n dimes!" my father joked. I was seriously having a hard time breathing.
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In Traffic
Humorthis is something that happened on my way home, it was so funny that I decided it had to have its own story.
