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?"
