Very worried, the mother goes to the drugstore and buys a pregnancy kit. The test results show that the girl IS pregnant.
Shouting , cursing, crying…the mother says, “Who wassa dah piga that do thisah to you? Ima wanna know!!”
The girl picks up the phone and makes a call.
Half an hour later, a Ferarri stops in front of their house. A mature and distinguished man with grey hair and impeccably dressed in an Armani suit steps out of the Ferrari and enters the house.
He sits in the livingroom with the father, mother and the girl and tells them, “Good morning, your daughter has informed me of the problem.
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 a Ferrari, 2 retail stores, a townhouse, a beach-front villa, and a 2 million dollar bank account.
If a boy is born, my legacy will be a factory and a 3 million dollar bank account. If twins, they will receive a factory each and 4 million dollars each.
However, if there is a miscarriage, what do you suggest I do?
At this point, the father who had remained silent holding a shotgun… places a hand firmly on the man’s shoulder and tells him…
“You gonna try again!!”