Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We never had family meals. I ate alone in front of the TV.

All the hours of sacrifice, all the practice.

and I decide if I want obese kids or the pope staring at me while I pee.

"please, god, don't let Elena come home with a face tattoo."

I appreciate you helping me out.

So, I guess you want to take my grandchildren to hell with you.

with her terrible hairdos and her smelly bad breath.

You're so sensitive.

Nah, come on, it's not that big. But let's talk in the parlor.

I know that god exists.

I pray. I seek forgiveness.

She thinks she's tan fancy because her four grandsons are altar boys.

estas bromeando

Oh, don't get me wrong. It was a massive TV.

But we have to watch our sugar. Dad had diabetes.

What were you doing all day?

It's educational.

Aw, that's so sweet.

to get to where she is.

I am so glad to be here.

You seem to have forgot. We don't skip church.

Oh, hello, babies.

Oh, what's that, papa?