Ok I hate to have to beat this dead horse more than necessary: it's not even fun anymore. But my ex Mussolini (as I have decided to dub Phil) has this friend. And this friend gives me the "Evil Eye" everytime he sees me at the club, or on 17th Street.
Listen: I don't know what that washed-up has-been leftovers heard from Mussolini, but he needs to get the fuck over it. Stop giving me the stink-eye, cause you look older and more bitter than you already are. It's obvious you're just gritting your teeth because one of us is young, cute, and fine as hell... and it's NOT YOU!
*POST SCRIPT* To make things even more amusing, read Phil's friend Dave's comments by clicking the comments button. Ironically, the above post was not about Dave. I responded to his assinine comment... maybe I'm too nice sometimes.