A small boy.
Yes, she boug- erm, adopted, a small boy. And he's called David.
Bless.
You can imagine the poor little blighter waking up after his first night in the care of ol' Madge to see her looming over him, screeching...
"HELLO DAVE!!!!"
AARRRRRRGGGGGHHH!!!!!!!!
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Madonna, eh? When Angelina does it it's like, "ooooohhhhh" or "hmmmmm", with Madonna it's like, "hmm?????"
I feel exceedingly non-verbal right now.
I agree with Dinah and will file that under things that make you go "HMMMM?"
You're my wife now!
Dinah - A agree!
Miss T - I am?
Wanna buy some pegs?
You're not Dave.
That's okay Dave, my wife will read your palm now, Dave. But first you must cross her palm with silvers....
That poor child.
Simba! Tuk Tuk!!
My wife was right. There is a blockage. I've fixed it nowww...
Miss T - No, I don't need any pegs. But thank you for asking.
Dora - That's right, I'm not Dave.
Miss T - Simba?! The Lion King?!?!
Inexplicable Device - Erm... good!
You awesome people - you're all my one little Papa Lazarou. Lazarous? Lazarai?
YOU'RE ALL MIIIIINE NOW!
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