Dude, that’s my sister!
Shit, if this gon’ be that kinda party I’mmon stick my dick in the mashed potatoes
Okay, so if I adopt Lisa, Renee, and Marsha, that means that I have six sisters. Considering that my real sisters are all half sisters, I don’t see why I can’t just pick any family that I want. Lisa has started to talk to my mom more than I do, which means that she has begun a regular importation of quality reading material into the house. She also gets sewing and gardening advice, since my mom is a master gardener and sewing-type-person. My mom’s mother is a wizard in the sewing room — to the point where she runs a one-woman cottage industry out of her basement. If you want lace curtains, elegant lampshades, or perhaps a house, she’d just roll up her sleeves and set the oompa loompas to work.
“I think I have a pattern for that in the root cellar.”