I dated a girl named Janet briefly in the late 90's. One rainy night, (I believe it was a Tuesday - don't quote me on that) we had an argument over a burnt Meat Loaf. Towards the end I screamed "I would eat anything for love...but I won't eat THAT." I retired to the living room, where I drank a pint of Evan Williams while watching Mama's Family. I passed out.
When awoke, Janet had taken my entire collection of baseball/football cards (including a 1993 Derek Jeter SP Foil rookie card) and thrown them out in the front yard, cut up my Dallas Cowboys Zubaz (very hard to find in those days), and took her proverbial meat loaf and went home. After not returning my phone call for several days, she finally answered, informing me that she hated me, and my redneck family, and that she was going to start dating a guy named Jerry that was a teller at AmSouth. I never heard from her again.
Moral of the story: don't trust broads named Janet.