A Parent’s Worst Nightmare

A father walked past his son’s bedroom one day and had to do a double take. He was astonished to see that the bed was nicely made, and the room was tidy and clean, with no clothes left on the floor.

A Parents Worst Nightmare

He entered his son’s bedroom and noticed an envelope propped up prominently on the pillow. All it read was “Mom & Dad”.

Sweat slowly formed on his brow as he opened the envelope 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 Stacy, and she is so nice. However, I knew you would not approve of her because of her piercings, tattoos, and tight motorcycle clothes. Also, she is so much older than me.

But it’s not only the passion, Dad. She’s pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She own 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 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 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,

Joshua

P.S. Mom & 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 my report card that’s on the kitchen table. Please call when it’s safe for me to come home!

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