Dessert Squared

When I was high school, I had a crush on a waiter who used to work at an Italiant restaurant on Franklin Ave. in Hartford. His name was Santo. My friend Jess and I used to go there for dinner, but really we were there to watch him push the dessert cart, not towards us, but away from us so we could watch his butt. Every time he'd push the cart away she remark to me.

"There goes dessert pushing dessert. Dessert squared!"