Help! Big Vanessa has served a paternity suit! Says she’ll set the Chick Support Agency onto me unless I cough up some lolly – and fast!
I know we had a bit of a ‘fling,’ but it never went further than billing and cooing.
The worst of it is, Doris Budgie believes her! She slammed the door in my face when I went round for my fried egg butty for breakfast!
What shall I do? How do I prove the kid ain’t mine?
9 comments:
Could you do a DNA test?
Or DNP - Daddy's Not the Pigeon.
Sob. It costs money for all these tests. I'll have to come up with a cunning plan - and fast!
Why do I have the "Eastenders" theme tune stuck in my head?
Is your head stuck inside the telly, Paws?
Not when I last checked, no.
I'm getting really worried - there are tapping noises coming from inside the egg now.
I don't suppose now would be a good time for a knock-knock joke marathon?
Knowing the way my world works it will probably end up being a baby crocodile!
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