I cannot in good concience continue to shirk my duty. It is time I cam forward and told the truth. I am the father of Anna Nicole's baby. I don't care what the DNA tests say I am the rightful father of Anna Nicoles baby..er..my baby I mean. *calculating ..Let's see now...3% per year as trustee = $12.6 million/year* My Baby! Come to Papa.
i heard she was a virgin and its actually gods baby...lets face it ..she was a modest ,godfearing ,and plain country girl , who would want her anyway?
No, it's me! Ignore the fact thats that I was on a different Continent, and am a God-fearing monogamist...
Baby's, if discussing one child. Babies', if discussing more than one child. Grieg, you have been a busy man...
I'll love her like my own sweet cash cow. But seriously god* help the kid. *God in a figurative lets-not-turn-this-into-a-discussion-about-religion sense.
And who can assure you that Ann Nicole Smith is dead?? ...Guess who's sitting next to me right now...
sat => zat = Drunk (in Dutch). So if Anna is "sat" then it would be because of all the drinks i have in my little bar. Off course we ended up so "sat" that we did some things that i can no longer remember. Anyway, big change the baby is mine. It's mine, my own, my sweet, my precious money, euhm, I MEAN BABY comment of the week: "If you want to get to the mothers money, you have to get the daughter first"
