In a skillet, melt enough butter to coat pan. Place one slice of bread in skillet and top with cheese, bacon, more cheese, and bread. Push down on sandwich with spatula as you play the conversation out for the fiftieth time:
You: So why is everyone saying that you slept with my boyfriend?
Former BFF: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
You: Are you kidding me?
Former BFF: No.
You: Like, everybody’s been saying that you totally hooked up with him.
Former BFF: Ew. No. I would never. In the first place, I wouldn’t do that to you, and, in the second place, he is so not hot.
You: Why are you such a bitch?
Former BFF: Oh am I? I’m a bitch because your boyfriend is a dog and cheats on you?
You: Why can’t you just swear on it?
Former BFF: Don’t insult me.
You: Just swear. Swear on the life of your mother.
Former BFF: Whatever!