*lights up a newport one hunni and since dis man out hea tawkin bout some da world gone end tomorrow, lemme pour me some Remy in a TALL glass*
celiabug - c'mere chile n lemme give u a e-hug cuz u hurtin. Ok, enuff of dat. Now have a seat n pay tention.
*passes celiabug a kleenex n takez a swig of Remy*
Looka hea...lemme tell u a lil sumfin bout boys, him pacifically. See, its summa time n its gittin hot outside so he done up jumped and foud some chick dat prolly got his nose wide open. See, just like most dogs, he done jumped da fence thinkin da grass is greener. What he don't know is dat it aint nuffin in dat yard but some weeds and dug up bones. So once da dog gets finished pissin all ova da yard n markin his territory, he'll jump back in his yard.
Now here is where da tricky part comes in for you.
*takes a puff, notha swig and plucks ash*
Whateva u do, don't call him. Trust me one dis one. No text, emails, nuna dat cuz then you will look desparate. When u do stuff like that, u give the dog power. Don't ever give a man the POWER & SATISFACTION that ur pressed and that you need him, because when u do, he will lose all respect for you.
I know u hurtin, but dont let him live rent free in ur mind or ur heart cuz he aint worth it, specially da way he broke up witchu. Feel me?
*takes anotha puff n swig*
Here is what will happen next. He WILL call u back. Uh huh....sho will...cuz see, like most dogs, he's gonna start scratchin on dat back door tryna git back in da house.
Ball in ur court, but see I wouldn't answer his calls at this point cuz u got control then. Hell u got control now.
Leave him be. Men dont like to be ignored, so when he don't hear from u, he's gonna be like dayum.....i aint heardfrom celiabug. Then he gonna start sweatin you.
Then u make him sweat. Dont and i do mean DONT make it easy for him cuz he hurt u.
Anything worth having takes hard work. When u get it, you'll appreciate it, so u make him work.
*takes a puff n swig*
Then you roll up some newspaper and beat da dog on his nose.
Sorry bastid.