I have a girlfriend. She adopted her niece. The child is a “golden man”, bands, paychecks, all things.
One day, I met these beautiful girls. Conversation was engaged. We talked about the weather, too.
I ask the girl, “What is your name?” and she answers, “Maar-r-rina.”
What is your mother’s name?
I have two mothers!! Real and not very.
What is Dad’s name?
“Papa PI*OR-R-RAS is not living with us!”! to