Accepted a long time ago that all the Toxic Female Nature that's blathered open in the public eye recently isn't new. My siblings and I just figure that our mom was trolling the docks looking for sailors when she got our oldest, and our dad had to marry her. Because that's what they did in Ireland back during WWII.

So, here's a song. . .

Made the worst decisions when I's drunk and stoned, like when I's slippin' your mom the bone./Don't get me wrong, sometimes I'm glad/ Hey that pitchin arm ain't bad, just don't go round calling me your dad.

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