05-12-2006, 10:19 AM
A father passing by his son's bedroom, was astonished to see the bed
was
nicely made, and everything was picked up. Then, he saw an envelope,
propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, "Dad." With the
worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter, with
trembling hands.
Dear, Dad. It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I
had to elope with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a scene
with Mom and you. I've been finding real passion with Stacy, and she is
so nice, but I knew you would not approve of her, because of all her
piercing, tattoos, her tight Motorcycle clothes, and because she is so
much older than I am. But it's not only the passion, Dad. She's
pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in
the woods, and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a
dream of having many more children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the
fact
that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for
ourselves, and trading it with the other people in the commune, for all
the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that
science will find a cure for AIDS, so Stacy can get better. She sure
deserves it!! Don't worry Dad, I'm 15, and I know how to take care of
myself. Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit, so you can get to
know
your many grandchildren. Love, your son, John. ..........
P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just
wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the
school
report that's on my desk. I love you! Please call when it is safe for
me to
come home.................. :cheeky:
was
nicely made, and everything was picked up. Then, he saw an envelope,
propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, "Dad." With the
worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter, with
trembling hands.
Dear, Dad. It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I
had to elope with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a scene
with Mom and you. I've been finding real passion with Stacy, and she is
so nice, but I knew you would not approve of her, because of all her
piercing, tattoos, her tight Motorcycle clothes, and because she is so
much older than I am. But it's not only the passion, Dad. She's
pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in
the woods, and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a
dream of having many more children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the
fact
that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for
ourselves, and trading it with the other people in the commune, for all
the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that
science will find a cure for AIDS, so Stacy can get better. She sure
deserves it!! Don't worry Dad, I'm 15, and I know how to take care of
myself. Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit, so you can get to
know
your many grandchildren. Love, your son, John. ..........
P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just
wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the
school
report that's on my desk. I love you! Please call when it is safe for
me to
come home.................. :cheeky: