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The surrogate fatherhood program..
That being said, I'd bet good money that if Adam and Steve were shacked up at this address, and adopted a child, and built a treehouse ... there'd be no complaints at all.
Of course,it would be FOR THE CHILDREN
Heck he gave her a boy's name too!
That is going to be one screwed up girl.
Just my opinion of course.
The burning question I have is "what the heck does 18 month old need with a treehouse???" Sounds more like a parental fantasy to me.
"Les Firestein, a television producer, and his wife, Gwyn Lurie, a screenwriter"
They sound like perpeTRAITORS of Lolliwood garbage.
His wife may have used someone else to provide the "pixie dust."
"How'd this guy father a child???"
That part isn't too hard based on what I've seen producing offspring.
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They could've had this beauty for only a grand...(click on the image). |
I adopted my nieces and nephews a few years ago. It's been a challenge for us all . . . both financially and culturally because of my disabilities and my lifelong bachelor-hood.
My youngest's thirteenth birthday was in August. I heard her talking to her older sister a couple of months ago about some name-brand sneakers she "would die for." I saved my pennies and bought her the shoes for her birthday.
A week later she was an hour late coming home from school. We live only three blocks from school so the children walk to and from class. I WAS FRANTIC!! All kinds of sordid thoughts were ping-ponging around in my noodle!
I sometimes have to use a wheelchair and, after calling the local police, I rolled back and forth to her shool twice looking for her. I was about to call the FBI . . . LOL, though I didn't think it funny at the time . . . when a friend called, saying my child was safe and with her. My friend is an assistant manager at the local WalMart.
My eldest and I loaded up and sped to WalMart . . . it's about two miles from our home.
When we arrived, my soon-to-be-grounded-for-life daughter was waiting patiently by the information counter . . . loaded down with four shoe boxes my friend said she refused to put down.
The little stinker had walked to WalMart!! It's on a busy highway! I was boiling mad.
Then . . . I went from a volcano about to explode to a wimpering old Village Idiot in seconds.
My lovely child has good ears as well . . . she heard me and my eldest daughter discussing finances one time.
This Beautifu Blessing had taken back her $100+ shoes to WalMart and bought her and her three brothers and sisters all new pairs of school shoes. The little snot had even stolen a pair of each of her brothers and sisters shoes so she would know what size to get everyone.
So . . . maybe some folks have to buy their children $50,000 treehouses to feel good. My youngest made me feel like a REAL DAD and I only spent about twenty-five bucks a child.
I HAVE THE ABSOLUTE BEST CHILDREN IN THE WORLD!!!
Remember . . . LOL . . . I asked for your indulgement in the very first sentence of this novel.
Wow! This thing is bigger and fancier than my first two apartments!
Rumor has it that it has been valued at $ 800,000 and over a dozen realtors have already approached him to sell it for him...
Magic?
He feared that children could perch in this aerie and look in on him and his wife in their backyard pool and hot tub.
There's the crux of the issue, right there. The neighbors are in the habit of getting naked in the back yard, and are turning to the Law as a substitute for modesty.
"Wolgamott?........... nobody is ever named Wolgamott!