Like Fat on a Pig
Well, that was it. No more telling MADeline about break-ups without a tongue. I was so going to kill the girls. I would’ve died if I hadn’t cleverly found a way to talk… the old-fashioned pen and paper! How the heck was she so mad? This was the… third, fourth, fifth time that some guy had broken up with her! I turned and walked out. And where does she get off, making me bite off my tongue? Oh, it was on. On like fat on a pig. And our quarrel would end the world as we knew it.