Around a week ago, I made a shopping trip with my mother. Disregarding the fact the entire trip had been undertaken in order to replace jeans I no longer fitted into safely, I had become excessively distraught in deciding whether to take the size 8 -- which was comfortably loose -- or the size 6, which pinched, but made my ass look like gold.
While I danced inside the cubicle for fifteen minutes, a girl exited her changing room, and a commotion arose on the fit of her garment.
A young girl's voice piped, "It doesn't matter! They can always make it more tighter."
Before I fell over struggling out of/back into the same two pairs of jeans, I wanted to shout, "Superfluous superlative, Young Girl!"
posted at 9:01:44 pm
2. As "Americana" defines itself as artefacts of American culture, "Gloriana" consists of the artefacts of my culture.
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