So these two Irish people meet in a club, right? They hit it off, they fall in love, get a little tipsy, yada yada yada. Nine months later they have a bouncing baby boy. Miss I-Don't-Have-A-Clue tells Mr. I-Don't-Know-Squat she wants to meet his family. Not his extended family, of course, his immediate one. Like, his mother. About time? Maybe. They meet, she starts asking her about her family. She explains, and suddenly the mother leaves the room crying. Turns out that the kids? Yeah, they're brother and sister. Ew. Not that that turned them off of each other. They still want to have babies. Um, health hazards a little? They're taking legal action against the people who suppressed their identity. But really, whose fault is this? If you ask me, it's the mother's fault for being a hoebag... Let me know what you think.
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