Nothing big ever happens in my life. I go through my days and accomplish small tasks, but what I really crave is for something monumental to occur. Today was my lucky day.
Everything was huge about this girl except for the girl herself. The character, as well as the ensemble of the volunteer, was massive and I felt as if I would be swallowed whole by the mammoth nature of the powerful participant. Her attitude was astounding and as soon as I greeted her, she proceeded to dominate the conversation with her perspective on pinkie rings. This girl’s personality was large and in charge; I liked it.
The dimensional diameter of her elephantine earring could have easily encompassed her entire ear. Her stout shoes were a size too big and her hefty 2.3 inch tall heels were enormous but barely boosted her height. Her jumbo jacket was missing one button, but this dainty difference in the cumbersome covering could hardly detract from the stocky size of the grand garment. The spacious shirt that she wore was a whopping size extra-extra-large and to prevent it an unkempt appearance, she had to tuck it into her jam-packed jeans. The weighty waist of her prodigious pants seemed colossal in comparison to her puny physique, and the immense inseam of the dilated denim resulted in her having to execute a thick triple cuff to keep it from flowing on the sidewalk. The beefy belt she wore was on its tightest setting; one less centimeter from the hole-puncher and her plethoric pants would have been puddled around her ankles. Size up your wardrobe if you are trying to be like this girl.
