Ik: Did you hide your ring in the pocket of your jeans or did you just keep it on?
CB: No, my head is find but not my leg, I think it is broken.
Ik: When the deed was done and you had your fun did you think I wouldn't know?
CB: Dreaming, I was only dreaming.
Ik: Tell me cheater, cheater where'd you meet that no good white trash ho?
CB: But I want to give you a hug.
Ik: Now I'm not one to judge someone that I ain't never met. But to lay your hands on a married man's bout as low as a gal can get.
CB: Liar.
Ik: Well I wish her well as she rots in hell and you can tell her I said so. Cheater, cheater where'd you meet that no good white trash ho.
CB: 13 is not the answer.
Ik: Loser, loser, hope you love her cause your stuck with her now.
CB: Would you rather I live with you?
Ik: Take your sorry butt, load up all your stuff and get the hell out of my house.
CB: How about no?
Ik: But I just wish you'd tell me this one thing before you go.
CB: I'm sorry, I was doing the best that I can. That was a mean thing for you to say.
Ik: Cheater, cheater where'd you meet that no good white trash ho?
CB: So, I won't tell you the winning lottery numbers, even though I do know them.
"Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.” - Vladimir Nabokov