Well... There may come a point in time in which a girl sits back and looks at her dearly beloved and thinks what was i thinking... Nose picking, rapid burping, greasy hair, strange obsessions... Get the fuck out... I'll give him a few weeks to build up to the crash.
Amber: Why the hell are you still dating that greasy haired, hoot picking freak?
Becki: Don't worry, getting rid of the bastard in a few weeks... He's my Future Ex Boyfriend.