Stone Soup by Jan Eliot for April 19, 2006
Transcript:
Val: My mother met someone while she was traveling. Man: Go, grams! Val: But - she won't tell us about him! Man: Let's get her down here! A glass of wine... a head massage... and we'll know whether he's boxers or briefs. Val: Simon! We're talking about my mother! OK.
Commando.