God: I sent you one, you dumped him for putting ketchup on his steak. Me: Ah. That's right. Gross.
He was nuts over her.
He lost interest.
Because her boyfriend was going in.
Sociopaths, fascist dictators, my boyfriend.
Heinz-enburg.
I relish the fact that you've mustard the will to ketchup to me!
He was convicted of crepe.
By predigree-mail.
Hamburger, it's in the ground state.
The steaks are high
