Originally posted by baddog I had one chick that had a broken ankle . . . I was breaking up with her, and she insisted she wanted a ride to my house so she could say good-bye to my roommates. I told her I would not give her a ride home, but she insisted. We got to my house, I got out of the car and went in the house. Not sure if she ever said good-bye to my roomies or not, but I did hear she walked, on crutches, about 6 or 7 miles back to her house. I guess she figured I would not let her do that. Dumb move. I am not easily manipulated.

Often times I wonder why
There's love and hate, theres live or die.
When sickness comes I must decide:
When feelings go, theres suicide.