<b><a href="http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/archives/008097.html">Nah, She's Faking the Hysteria, Too</a></b><br/> <!-- ID = 40328 -->Boyfriend: I'm sorry, I just can't be with you anymore. You're too clingy.<br/>Girlfriend: I'm not clingy! I fucked, like, ten other guys! <br/>Boyfriend: While we were dating?<br/>Girlfriend: Whatever, it was because you're not that good in bed. Oh, yeah, I faked all my orgasms, by the way. And my boobs? --Aren't water balloons!<br/>Boyfriend: Dude. First of all, we're on a motherfucking-packed subway. Second of all, being a crazy bitch isn't going to help your case.<br/>Girlfriend starts crying hysterically: You can't break up with me! I <i>love</i> you! I <i>love</i> you! <i>I love you</i>!<br/>Stranger, to boyfriend: If you're thinking of killing yourself after this, I sell knives.<br/><br/>--Brooklyn-bound L train<br/>via <a href="http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/">Overheard in New York</a>, Dec 3, 2006