You should have known. It's not my fault. It's yours,
Come on Cheryl, seriously? You've known me since high school and you've known the whole time that I am a big-meat freak. If I notice, or just find out, that a guy has big meat, I am totally going to check him out. And I am so TOTALLY going to s*** him. So when you told me in September that you just got engaged to Sam, and that the wedding was going to be next June, and that he was like super hung, how could you NOT know that I would go after him? You know I can't help it. My body wants big meat, my body needs big meat, my body craaaaaaaves big meat, and my heart wants what it wants. So, yes. Sam and I have been sleeping together since September. Although as you would expect, not a lot of sleeping has been going on. But as you might not have expected, though you will soon know, you and Sam are not getting married next June. He's going to break up with you. Soon. By next June, he'll be living with me. And I'll probably be pregnant. But seriously, hun: you should have known. It's not my fault. It's yours.