A friend of mine posted this joke on her LiveJournal. It made me laugh so I thought I’d pass it along:
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 it 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, cos I wanted to avoid a scene with Mum and you. I’ve been finding real passion with Stacy, and she is so nice, but I know you would not approve of her, because of all her piercings’, 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 also 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. One day, I’m sure we will come back to visit . . then you will be able to get to know your many grandchildren.
Love, your son, Joshua.
P.S.
Dad, none of the above is true. I’m over at Jason’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! Call when it is safe for me to come home.
Isabelle
May 17th, 2008 at 1:11 am
*snork* I love the part where he writes “call me when its safe to come home”. Hahahaha! That boy needs a smack to the back of the head. ^_^