...and after this I am going to teach you how to make sandwiches...men love sandwiches.
So long kids. Mommy's got a lot of work to do. And by work I mean some quaaludes and the mailman.
Although the resemblance was uncanny... The milkman never said a word to Mrs. Johnsons baby.
I don't always barge into your room, but when I do, I don't knock.
Mommy, I'm tired of drinking milk all the time. I want a tall glass of single-malt scotch too!
Soon enough, dear!
Please don't view Peter too harshly. He pulls his d*ck out in class.