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,

With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and, with
trembling hands, 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 Mum and you. I’ve been finding real passion with Stacy, and she
is so nice. But I knew 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 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.Someday, I’m sure we’ll be back to visit, so you can get to know
your many grandchildren.Love, your son, Joshua

PS. 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 card that’s on the kitchen table.

May the rest of your life be the best of your life and above all,

Have A Graet Day!

Image source: Google images

reprint from:

Home Schooling (www.home-schooling-uk.com)


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One Response to HAVING A BAD DAY?

  1. Deborah Jones says:

    ROTFL! Good one!

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