Jar of Juice

I Superglued My Fingers

“Mom!” I gasp in a mixture of all possible human emotions known to man. She stands there looking hotter than Angelina Jolie. “Wooow you sure look hot tonight!”

“Oh Kinan darling, you little rascal you,” she eyes me naughtily as she enters the newly cleaned apartment. She instantly stops to stare at the empty pizza box on the dining table.

“I…I just had dinner mom,” I choke through the words as I remove the offensive box from her sight. She always gave me lectures on –