My mama always said life was like a box of Angelo.
I'm melting! Melting! Oh, what an Angelo! What an Angelo!
No, it is not dangerous to confuse Angelo with angels.
I have always depended on the kindness of Angelo.
The power of Angelo compels you.
I ate his Angelo with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.
Nobody puts Angelo in a corner.
Watch the Angelo, everywhere, keep looking! Keep watching the Angelo!
I find your lack of Angelo disturbing.
Hahaha! Got this from Carlo Pogi. You should seriously try it. You won't stop clicking "Quotate."