I'm standing behind a girl in H&M, Christ, she can talk. Everything is *super* super, super, super. I'm all for finding things terrific and marvellous, but she's so super happy listening to her own voice, she hasn't noticed her super hapless friend's eyes glazing over.
I could see her friend wishing she would shut the f**k up.
Super small, super big, super tasty, super good (pretty sure they’re the same thing), super empty, super busy, super long....she really needs to learn a new word. I’m sure her friend would be super pleased.
And super super quick, before she gives her a super high five in the face.
She's gone. Super.
I could see her friend wishing she would shut the f**k up.
Super small, super big, super tasty, super good (pretty sure they’re the same thing), super empty, super busy, super long....she really needs to learn a new word. I’m sure her friend would be super pleased.
And super super quick, before she gives her a super high five in the face.
She's gone. Super.