The SpaghettiO slathered grins, the smell of soggy french fries, and the sight of whole milk consumed with pizza would haunt me forever.
He didn't know. How could he? He wouldn't know fashion if it cozied up to him under his blazer, and Lord knows there is more than enough room for at least two people in there.
I asked for a manicure, not a bacterial infection. It appears I cannot get one without the other. It was out of my hands... my germy, sweaty hands.