There was a man who had four kids, all gorgeous1, except for the youngest one, Craig, who was nothing short of gruesome. While on his deathbed, the husband asked his wife, Marie, tell me one thing. And please be honest. Am I Craig's father? Yes, honey, replied his wife. I promise you, Craig is 100 percent yours. I can die a happy man. Godbye my love. And the man peacefully passed away. Marie gave a big sigh and said quietly, Thank heaven almighty2 he didn't ask me about the other three.
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