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An 18-year-old girl tells her Mum that she is two months late. Very 
worried, the mother rushes off to the chemist and buys a pregnancy kit.

The test result shows that the girl is pregnant. 

Shouting, cursing, crying, the mother says: "Who was the pig that did 
this to you? I want to know now!"

The girl picks up the phone and makes a call. Half an hour later a red
Ferrari stops in front of their house and a mature and distinguished 
man with grey hair, impeccably dressed in a very expensive suit steps 
out and enters the house.

He sits in the living room with the father, the mother and the girl,
and he explains: "Good morning. Your daughter has informed me of the 
problem. However, I can't marry her because of my personal family 
situation but I'll take charge. I will pay all costs and provide for 
your daughter for the rest of her life. Additionally, if a girl is born
I will bequeath her two retail stores, a townhouse, a beachfront villa
and a $1,000,000 bank account.

If a boy is born, my legacy will be a couple of factories and a 
$2,000,000 bank account. If it's twins, a factory and $2,000,000 each.

However, if there is a miscarriage, well... what do you suggest I do?"

At this point, the father - who had remained silent - places a hand
firmly on the man's shoulder and says, "Then I reckon you'll just have 
to sleep with her again!" 


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[Contributed by Peter W.]

Stupidity got us into this mess -- why can't it get us out?