i don’t understand how you could break it off. especially after that pancake breakfast i took you to. i fucking hate pancakes, and you know that. you are one twisted person, bragging to everyone that you were an extra in Armageddon…NO ONE gives a shit!! did you forget to mention that your real job involves a mop and a bucket of soap?!?!
just to let you know, i’ve moved on, and it’s YOUR loss. if i see you out at a bar, i won’t hesitate to request Chumbawama, because I know how much you hate them.