yo.tf (mista×number 4)

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Mista was driving down the road in his 2005 Chevrolet venture he was heading to the nearby Wendy's Girona pizza wanted a frosty so he sent his homeboy Mista to grab him a snack.

He was sipping on a cranberry juice as he sped down the road his hand other hand gripping the handle as he swerved past cars and onto the sidewalk soon drifting into the Wendy's making a loud SKKRRRRT as he stopped in the drive-thru two cars were in front of him as he waited in the line.

"Dammit"

Moist sat there nervously sipping his cranberry juice hoping to God that another car won't come as that would make four cars. Unfortunately, another car came up behind him this made Mista slam his head into the steering wheel in disappointment. The loud and drawn out honk from his 2005 chevy sounding off for a few minutes before the first car left Mista would lift his head a red spot on his forehead from the steering wheel.

Soon enough he would go up to the menu.

"Hi uh I would like a small-sized uh... Frosty?, vanilla I guess"

"Ok sir, anything else?"

"No ma'am"

'Great, that would be about 4.44 Euros'

".......on second thought could I get a hamburger?"