"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
Transvestite Asian Arabe. "That's a good boy," he commented, as he cleared away the dinner dishes from the kitchen table, "wash or wipe he asked," while filling the sink with soapy dishwater!?!" "Uh, wipe," Gil replied, as he picked up the dish towel while waiting for the first clean dish to be placed in the drip rack.
Nude. Tim said that he'd just rode all the way there in the moustache of a biker. Tim was shivering and complaining of the cold
"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
Transvestite Asian Arabe. "That's a good boy," he commented, as he cleared away the dinner dishes from the kitchen table, "wash or wipe he asked," while filling the sink with soapy dishwater!?!" "Uh, wipe," Gil replied, as he picked up the dish towel while waiting for the first clean dish to be placed in the drip rack.
Nude. Tim said that he'd just rode all the way there in the moustache of a biker. Tim was shivering and complaining of the cold
"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
Transvestite Asian Arabe. "That's a good boy," he commented, as he cleared away the dinner dishes from the kitchen table, "wash or wipe he asked," while filling the sink with soapy dishwater!?!" "Uh, wipe," Gil replied, as he picked up the dish towel while waiting for the first clean dish to be placed in the drip rack.
Nude. Tim said that he'd just rode all the way there in the moustache of a biker. Tim was shivering and complaining of the cold
