texts: Ain't Jemima on the pancake box? </s> <s> Dat's yo Uncle Ben.  That reminds me, I've seen a lot of troubles lately. </s> <s> How be dat? </s> <s> I don't know who I am. </s> <s> Well, I'll be an Alabama porch monkey's uncle.
labels: Years ago I married a widow who had a grown-up daughter.  My daddy visited us often, fell in love with my stepdaughter and married her. Thusly he became my son-in-law and my stepdaughter became my mother because she was my father's wife. Soon after dis my wife gave birth to a son, which of course was my father's brother in-law and my uncle, for he was the brother of my step-mother.  My father's wife also became the mother of a son.  He was of course my brother and also my grandchild for he was the son of my daughter.  Accordingly, my wife was my grandmother because she was my mother's mother. 