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I rised at nine in the morning. The sun was shining and I was feeling stellar. I knew greatness awaited beyond the gates that confined me to my little room. I strolled over to the John and gracefully took a waz. I was chillin, as some say, until my provoking sister barged into my room demanding that I purchased 4 MFIN PACKS OF SPINACh. Like bitch no the fuck. Anyway, I respectfully declined her offer until my father came in moments later ordering me to buy her spinach. So I brushed my dentures, put on a drippy fit, equipped my favourite underwear and marched out the door. I was on a mission, with 40 shining dollars in my pocket and my grocery bag, I barged into Bruno's supermarket. I headed towards the produce section with my eyes on the prize. There it was, the highly coveted spinach my relatives were speaking of. I picked out the finest boxes and got ready to pay. "How would you like to pay sir." the cashier said. "Cash m'lord." I responded. I stuffed my bags with as much spinach as I could and darted out the sliding doors. Running towards my abode I couldn't wait to devour the spanakopita my sister was going to prepare. I opened the front door and hollered my people. I dropped off the groceries on the kitchen counter and set cutlery, crockery and mats in preparation for the meal. When I was done preparing for our feast, I walked up to my room in the meantime and scrolled through the ol' TikTak for a while. An hour later My snackies were ready. I hopped down the stairs eccentrically. I grabbed a few Spanakopita and they were DElicious. Mission accomplished.