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Wednesday, November 11, 2009


received this email hehe so funny :D

For all you parents out there!

Why Parents Drink

A father passing by his
son's bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was
nicely made and
everything was picked up. Then he saw an envelope, propped
up prominently
on the pillow that was addressed to 'Dad.'

With the worst premonition
he opened the
envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.

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 have 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, tight motorcycle
clothes and the
fact that she is 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 that live nearby for
cocaine and ecstasy.

In the meantime we will
pray that science
will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She
deserves it.

Don't worry Dad. I'm 15 and
I know how to
take care of myself.

Someday I'm sure that we
will be back to
visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.

Love, Your Son John

PS. 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 a Report Card that's in my
center desk drawer.

I love you.

Call me when it's safe to come home.


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