God: I sent you one, you dumped him for putting ketchup on his steak. Me: Ah. That's right. Gross.
He dumped his girlfriend.
To the dump, to the dump, to the dump, dump, dump.
Because those men already have boyfriends.
I love you with all my art!"
Because consoles can't ketchup.
Would you like ketchup with your chips
By tree mail!
Let Meowt!!!!"
A steak-out!
Steak