>One Sunday morning, Chelsea burst into the living quarters at the White
House
>and said, "Dad! Mom! I have some great news for you! I am getting married
to
>the greatest hunk in Washington. He lives in Georgetown and his name is
Matt."
>After dinner, the President took Chelsea aside. "Honey, I have to talk
with you.
>Your Mother and I have been married a long time. She's a wonderful wife
but
>she's never offered much excitement in the bedroom, so I have fooled
around
>with other women a lot. Matt is actually your half-brother, and I'm afraid
you
>can't marry him." Chelsea was heartbroken, but after eight months she
>eventually started dating again.
>A year later she came home and very proudly announced, "Robert asked me to
>marry him! We're getting married in June." Again her father insisted on
another
>private conversation and broke the sad news. "Robert is your half-brother
too,
>Honey. I'm awfully sorry about this."
>Chelsea was furious! She finally decided to go to her Mother and tell her.
"Dad
>has done so much harm. I guess I'm never going to get married," she
>complained. "Every time I fall in love, Dad tells me the guy is my
half-brother."
>Hillary just shook her head. Don't pay any attention to what he says dear.
He's
>not really your father."
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