Cheater. Such an ugly word. And yet at times aren't we all guilty of being one. Playing Monopoly, while on a diet, or on a test in AP Spanish. But when you are a douche guy, with three brains cells (two focused on hair, one on blog), and you openly cheat on my friend? Oh sire, you've done a bad bad thing.
But you know what's great about cheating. The silver lining if you will? That the cheater always gets the shit end of the stick. No matter how you try to slice it, the universe doesn't condone that sort of dick behavior and eventually the guilt will set in. And at times ruin you. Trust me.
Now, if you don't believe me then maybe you'll listen to a former American Idol. Or your mom. Whichevs make you sleep tight clutched to your headshot, cowboy.