A: Just look at that young person with the short hair and blue jeans. Is it a boy or a girl? B: It’s a girl. She’s my daughter. A: Oh, I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t know that you were her father. B: I’m not. I’m her mother.
Biscuit maker’s love letter: Dear Marie yesterday was a very Good Day, our meeting was truely Nice, but the chance of our Love is 50-50 because your dad is a Tiger. Will you give your Littlr Heart 2 me? Otherwise I’ll become a Krack-Jack