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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 center of the bed.

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 Joan and she is so nice -
even with all her piercing, tattoos, and her tight Motorcycle clothes.
But it's not only the passion dad, she's pregnant and Joan said that
we will be very happy. Even though you won't care for her as she is so
much older than I, she already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack
of firewood for the whole winter.

She wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams
too. Joan taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and
we'll be growing it for us and trading it with her friends for all the
cocaine and ecstasy we want.

In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Joan
can get better; she sure deserves it! Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years
old now 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 grandchildren.

Your loving son, Jon

PS - Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tyler's house. My report
card is in my desk drawer. Just wanted to remind you that there are worse
things in life. Call me when it's safe to come home.

 

If I downed as much NyQuil as my truck uses gas, I wouldn't really give a ***** about gas prices...