I want to clear the air about something.
There are two things that are true; 1) we were both in Alaska at about the right time, and 2) the daughter has my eyes.
But I have never been that drunk in my entire life, and if I had been, I wouldn’t have been able to… ermmm… perform.
So I’m almost completely, reasonably, pretty darn sure that Bristol Palin is not my daughter.
No further questions, please.