My Supervisor: Can you believe this song? She's wishing her ex happiness. Nobody wishes their ex happiness-
Me: The rest of us just prefer to stalk them on facebook.
My Supervisor: -you hate them and silently wish them dead
Me: Crying into your mashed potatoes, we've all been there
My Supervisor... you wish them pain until you find your own happiness-
My Boss: wah wah fucking WAH, I hate this song. She sounds like a dying squirrel