When my ex-fiancee cheated on me I had the bastard who slept with her call me. I didn't know him but I kept asking a friend to have him call me or I would track him down the slit his throat. When he called and admitted it I said I was still going to find him and kill him. I drove around San Jose and Mountain View everyday after work looking for his car or house since no one would give me an address. By the end he was so scared I was going to find him he moved back to Detriot - so I heard. Oh well, fuck 'em. I would've killed him then spent the rest of my life in prison - that would be lame...
