<b><a href="http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/archives/008428.html">So I Dumped Him for the Cat</a></b><br/> <!-- ID = 43464 -->Chick: I bet he's fuh-reaky in the sack.<br/>Friend: Definitely.<br/>Chick: No... Like fuh-<i>reaky</i>... Like, not like normal freaky, how everyone needs to get it once in a while, but, like, weird freaky -- like pulling up your pants and finding the closest exit. Did I ever tell you about the ice cream?<br/>Friend, laughing: No!<br/>Chick: This one time he was like, 'Let's have some fun' and decided to tie me up. And then to, like, build anticipation or whatever, he went and got a bowl of ice cream.<br/>Friend: Shut up!<br/>Chick: I'm serious... And then I guess my damn cat decided he wanted a snack, too!<br/>Friend, hysterical: Shut up! I can't breathe!<br/><br/>--LIRR pulling into Penn Station<br/>via <a href="http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/">Overheard in New York</a>, Dec 30, 2006