Me: (singings) Cause I dug my keys into the side of his pretty little suped up four-wheel drive.. carved my name into his leather se-e-e-ats.. I took a Louisville slugger to both..

Bryan: You know, just stop it.  I hate this song.  It’s so violent.

Me: Why?  He probably had it coming, the bastard.

Bryan: How do you know?  Maybe he took her out, like, twice, and she reads his blog and got obessesed and has already named their children.  You don’t know.

Me: Bitter, huh?

Bryan: Damn.