When I was 19 or so I was doing summer office temping to earn my college beer money. Not that I drank beer then, of course, because that would have been illegal. I was just saving up for when I could drink it. Anyway, at one of my jobs another worker was engaged to Danny Bonaduce. I don't think they ever married, but he used to call all the time. I was the receptionist, manning the phones.
There is no point to this story other than I was reminded of it when somebody tried to eat his face.
