His crippling meatball addiction. She can never know he fell off the wagon. I’ve seen it before. You think it’s a safety food, the easy pick off the menu. Then you hear something messing with the trash cans late one night, go out to check, and there’s your neighbor, in their underwear, six cans deep into a Chef Boyardee overload.
His crippling meatball addiction. She can never know he fell off the wagon. I’ve seen it before. You think it’s a safety food, the easy pick off the menu. Then you hear something messing with the trash cans late one night, go out to check, and there’s your neighbor, in their underwear, six cans deep into a Chef Boyardee overload.
“I could quit meatballs anytime I want to.”