Tip-toeing into his room, past him and onto my mommy side of the bed, I noticed a big tent near his nether regions
. .
. "Clean your plate, Gil," Uncle Ned admonished his eighteen year old nephew, "we don't want to waste food, there are starving children all over the world who would give anything for your left overs!" "Yes, Uncle," Gil dutifully replied, as he scooped up a last bite of mashed potatoes and gravy with a half a slice of rye bread.
Tip-toeing into his room, past him and onto my mommy side of the bed, I noticed a big tent near his nether regions
. .
. "Clean your plate, Gil," Uncle Ned admonished his eighteen year old nephew, "we don't want to waste food, there are starving children all over the world who would give anything for your left overs!" "Yes, Uncle," Gil dutifully replied, as he scooped up a last bite of mashed potatoes and gravy with a half a slice of rye bread.
Tip-toeing into his room, past him and onto my mommy side of the bed, I noticed a big tent near his nether regions
. .
. "Clean your plate, Gil," Uncle Ned admonished his eighteen year old nephew, "we don't want to waste food, there are starving children all over the world who would give anything for your left overs!" "Yes, Uncle," Gil dutifully replied, as he scooped up a last bite of mashed potatoes and gravy with a half a slice of rye bread.
