anyway i was reading some ABBA articles and crying because that is how all the cool kids waste away their time, right? i’m doing this whole early twenties thing properly, right? and so, i stumbled across this and now my intent is to enable every fridnetha shipper on the planet with it.
The other half puzzled their heads off. “This is completely unlike Agnetha, she isn’t arrogant at all.” As expected with good friends, an appointment was made to talk about the matter and that’s how ABBA found themselves in a cosy bar on a sunny afternoon in July, grumpily staring at each other, because no one actually knew how to start the conversation. All of a sudden, Anni-Frid started laughing uncontrollably and gave Agnetha a spontaneous kiss. “I’m sorry,” she said honestly, “maybe I’ve been a little stressed which caused such a stupid thought to enter my mind.” Obviously, the ice was now broken and ABBA was saved. The boys sighed with relief and cheerfully started talking about new compositions.
so yeah i mean it’s from a dutch tabloid in 1975 so take it with a grain of salt but there you are. there is a thing. try not to die please. puss puss.
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