My brother is the youngest member of the College of Physicians and Surgeons. And I wouldn't let him cut my nails.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I love getting my nails done. My mom's best friend is a manicurist. When I was little, she'd do little paintings on my nails, like flowers.
I bite the hell out of my fingernails. I can't stop. I should stop. It would be nice to grow my fingernails out. It would be healthier. I could pick up dimes.
I do not want to see a society where, should I ever have any, my granddaughters have their fingernails pulled out because they are wearing nail varnish.
I have these long nails, but I literally do nothing to them! The thought of filing my nails drives me insane.
I don't think God cares if I wear nail polish or not. I don't think that's a deal breaker for him.
My nails are a disaster. If I play guitar when my nails are long, I just tear them off.
We are two brothers: I am a doctor; my brother is an engineer.
When I was younger, I was always obsessed with nails.
My nails are my rhythm section when I'm writing a song all alone. Some day, I may cut an album, just me and my nails.
No one likes getting their nails done more than I do.