Love Donnelly, but I don’t want to touch anything from someone who’d pay to spit in his mouth. Jesse glances at us with a grimace. “Why did she want you to spit in her mouth?” Donnelly shrugs. “I dunno. Said she thought the Ass-Kicker SFO bodyguard was hot. But pretty sure her friends dared her to do it.” He smiles. “Jokes on them. I got this.” He holds up the plate of funnel cake like it’s made of gold.
