A teenage girl confesses to her mother that she's missed her
period for two months running. They immediately purchase a home
pregnancy test, and the result's confirmed, she's up the duff:
"Bring me the pig who did this to you!" screams her mother, "I want
to see him, now!"
The girl quickly makes a phonecall to her lover, and half hour
later a gleaming, brand new Ferrari pulls up outside the house. Out
steps a mature and distinguished gentleman, handsome and impeccably
dressed.
He enters the house and sits down in the living room with the
father, mother and the girl. "Good afternoon," he politely greets
the family, "your daughter has informed me of the situation. I am
unable to marry her due to my personal family circumstances, but
rest assured, I'll take full responsibility.
If a girl is born, I'll bequeath her three of my shops, two
townhouses, a beach house and a $1m bank account.
If it's a boy, my legacy will be two factories and a $2m bank
account.
If it's twins, a single factory and $500,000 each.
However, if there is a miscarriage..."
The father, breaking his stunned silence, places a hand firmly on
the man's shoulder: "You'll shag her again, right?"
