A father enters his daughter's bedroom and sees a letter on the bed. With
the worst premonition, he reads it, with trembling hands:
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm telling you that I eloped with
my new boyfriend. I found real passion and he is so nice, with all his
piercings and tattoos and his big motorcycle. But it's not only that-Dad,
I'm pregnant and Ahmed said that we will be very happy in his trailer in the
woods. He wants to have many more children with me and that's one of my
dreams.
I've learned that marijuana doesn't hurt anyone! And we'll be growing it for
us and his friends, who are providing us with all the cocaine and ecstasies
we may want. In the meantime, we'll pray for the science to find the AIDS
cure and for Ahmed to get better, he deserves it.
Don't worry Dad, -- I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of
myself. And someday I'll visit . . . so you can get to know your
grandchildren.
Your daughter,
Judith
***************
PS: Dad, it's not true. I'm at the neighbor's house - - - I just wanted to
show you that there are worse things in life than the school's report card
that's in my desk's top drawer . . . I love you!
the worst premonition, he reads it, with trembling hands:
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm telling you that I eloped with
my new boyfriend. I found real passion and he is so nice, with all his
piercings and tattoos and his big motorcycle. But it's not only that-Dad,
I'm pregnant and Ahmed said that we will be very happy in his trailer in the
woods. He wants to have many more children with me and that's one of my
dreams.
I've learned that marijuana doesn't hurt anyone! And we'll be growing it for
us and his friends, who are providing us with all the cocaine and ecstasies
we may want. In the meantime, we'll pray for the science to find the AIDS
cure and for Ahmed to get better, he deserves it.
Don't worry Dad, -- I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of
myself. And someday I'll visit . . . so you can get to know your
grandchildren.
Your daughter,
Judith
***************
PS: Dad, it's not true. I'm at the neighbor's house - - - I just wanted to
show you that there are worse things in life than the school's report card
that's in my desk's top drawer . . . I love you!