Well, my birth parents finally looked me up… it turns out my guess was right. They really were a Prince from a small European principality and a high-priced Vegas hooker.
What are the odds of that?
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Near impossible! Are you leaving us now to live a life of leisure?
yeah… the crack squirrels would love that…
Well, knowing you as we do, I’m sure we expected no less. You tend toward the prince side. Or, the hooker side. I’m not sure which.
I am a prince among hookers… HA!
I didn’t bat an eyelid.
May partners adopted, no interest in tracking them down even though he doesn’t particularly get o with his adopted father. I’m dying to do it myself, I’m just really nosey, I mean what if he is the son of a low priced Merthyr Tydfil hooker.
Since he’s Welsh
I thought that might be it… it sounded Welsh… nothing like a cheap Welsh hooker, as they say…
I can imagine that and the father is some random sailor that came to port, or a few random sailors
works for me
I was very lucky to be adopted by my family. I am more interested in the story of where I came from, who I look like, and any health issues that run in the family. Maybe I am the tallest one, maybe the shortest… and there has to be an interesting line of freaky running through that clan…
Yes! Wouldn’t you like to know??
I wouldn’t necessarily want to meet them but to know
exactly
Maybe they are completely normal and you being put into another family may have created the ripple that made you who you are, maybe it wouldn;t have happened before.
Imagine if a monkey was raised by lions. It would probably change its behaviours considerably. It would probably be eaten mind you.
well… I’m glad I wasn’t eaten
April Fools??? 😛
maybe
I knew that. But I wouldn’t call Great Britain a “small European principality”.
I think I was supposed to keep that a secret… now you ruined it…
Well, I didn’t say which of the princes was your father. No one needs to know how close in line you are to the British throne.
Closer than they might like
We should compare notes some time. We could be siblings.
I must have some somewhere
Hey, I’m a Dame, perhaps you should join #SirPository’s knighthood?
I am Arthur… King of the minions!
Totally. Change your Twitter handle to “Sir Arthur” and tweet to the #KnightsAndDames and #auspol. You know you want to get involved in Australian Politics, cos why the hell not? Our Prime Minister has become known as #SirPository.
I can barely handle our own politicians.
I don’t plan on personally handling any politicians. Tweeting on the other hand, I’m cool with that.
well said
Which one is wearing the Elvis suit?
both
My son is adopted. I do hope that his special birth parents will reimburse us for his private high school and college tuition. Where do I apply?
and a crown… don’t forget the crown
I dunno, that sounds about right.
yup
Does that mean they’ll pay for therapy?
They were going to give me my inherited crown… and the key to the city of Vegas… but they talked to me for five minutes and left suddenly…
Well, at least they’re consistent.
I think I might be better off this way