Sunday, September 10, 2006
We get it. She's a b*tch and you want her to pine for you and tell you she can't live without you and your broken dreams while you drink another beer.
Guy on cell phone next to favorite pub o' ours: I just want her to be happy, you know? Just as long as she's happy. That's really all that matters, man. I'll be OK. Just as long, you know, just as long as she's happy.
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