Slice of life

I was at the bus stop the other night, on the way back from work when a group of three people, who can only adequately described by the tag ‘youths’ walked up to the stand chatting in a unique brand of lingo. Now I’m somone who’s always enjoyed picking up on a few words and overusing them for comedy values, but these guys were ridiculous.

“Posse posse posse!”
“Posse posse?”
“Posse posse posse posse.”

And so on.

Did I sound like that much of a fool when I was adding -tastic and -mongous to the end of words all the time? I hope not.