Lest we forget…


 
 
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 piercings, 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 don’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 son,

John

PS:  Dad, None of the above is true. I’m over at the neighbor’s house.

I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than

my report card that’s in my desk center drawer.  I love you!  Call
when it

is safe for me to come home.

 
 
 
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