Florida Day 3-on the way to Disney

So now it's day 3 in boring ass Tampa Florida. It's about 10 something a.m.
I'm fuckin freazin cause I got snowflake sleepin next to me blastin the A.C. Down to like -40 degrees. I have icicles growing outta my nose and my nipples are crazy hard, so hard I can stab somebody in the face with these babies. So to follow the routine tv goes on traveling bitches shows up, tears from my eyes come down, freeze half way through, go downstairs get some coffee eat some stale ass bagels before we hit the road jack.

Now we're in the car setting up our cheap ass GPS to get us to Disney.Yay!!!!!!

Snowball and I are just hoping that the GPS doesn't fuck us over.
Every time we drove somewhere the son of a bitch in the machine kept saying there wasn't any satellite connection.

So we're on the road and if I remember correctly it was about a 2hr/ half trip. But what I do remember was that it was the most painful car ride I think I've ever been in. And of course I'm gonna tell you why you silly goose. All we had to listen to the whole ride there was the mamma mia soundtrack and a few others that made my ears bleed. I couldn't take it...only 5 minutes on the road and I already wanted to unbuckle the seatbelt, open the door and JUMP!!!!
But I was anxious to go to Disney cause I never had the chance to when I was younger.

Mireya was workin 3 jobs as a seamstress at 3 different factories I'm assuming like almost every inmigrante. Except for the ones that work underneath the 61st street train station on Roosevelt ave selling Tamales!!!!!!!!!! Tenemos tamalesratoneschuletas y chorrisos!!!!!!
Luis was working at colbart art making some big ass estatuas de la libertad and some fridge magnets which he loved to hand out to everyone he knew.

While they were working I was home...with my beautiful sister who practically tried to rip my head off of my shoulders with a towel, and my brother who stood up thinkin he was the real slim shady, rappin not even an inch away from my face. So god damn close I could smell his breath and feel his saliva burning my face like it was acid with every verse he spat. But those two I'm gonna leave for another day.

So yes I was anxious. So I needed a plan to survive this torture. So I rolled down the window hoping someone on the next lane was driving the same speed so I can listen in on there radio. I tried and I prayed but nothing. Whack DMC over here had me humming to S.O.S when suddenly I hear a faded big pimpin by jay z driving up behind us on the next lane. So I rolled down the window all the way, look over to frosty and tell her I'm gettin nauseous so I stick my head out lookin like the joker in the dark knight. Jammin to my shit yo. So I'm boppin away boppin away when the music starts to fade. Now I'm trying to yell come back come back, but not too loud to give away my position. I'm over here sounding like Rose in titanic when she tried callin the boats to come back but couldn't yell cause her throat was frozen. The only difference was that I didn't have a whistle. As jay z exited from my life there was nothing left for me to do but take in the noise coming from the stereo and just wait till we got to Disney.