Letter from my Son.
Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 10:51 am
Love it.
Patsy
Patsy
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Letter from my Son.
Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 11:15 am
That's one funny kid, you gotta hand it to him. :wah:
Letter from my Son.
Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 11:30 am
Soberhoho;772014 wrote: As i passed my son's bedroom i was astonished to see the bed was
nicely made, and everything was picked up. Then, i saw an envelope
propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, 'Dad.' I 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
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.
P.S. 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 that's on the kitchen table.
Call when it is safe for me to come home .
Had you going there huh.:wah:
Dear Joshua,
If you don't get your grades up and quit bringing home bad school reports, I will show you passion like you will never see from Stacy. If these reports continue, you may as well start smoking, growing and selling pot because thats the only way you uneducated ass will be able to get by in this world.
Another thing, Aids will be the least of your worries without an education, you won't even be able to eat corn on the cob because you wont be able to afford denistry for your rotten drug riddled teeth you imbicile.
Go ahead and bring me your grandchildren, maybe they will appreciate a warm roof over their heads and a chance for an education that you decided was unimportant.
Safe to come home? Hell stay over at Jasons if they are willing to feed and house an uneducated idiot. Lets see how long it lasts.
Your loving caring educated well paid Father...
:wah::wah:
nicely made, and everything was picked up. Then, i saw an envelope
propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, 'Dad.' I 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
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.
P.S. 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 that's on the kitchen table.
Call when it is safe for me to come home .
Had you going there huh.:wah:
Dear Joshua,
If you don't get your grades up and quit bringing home bad school reports, I will show you passion like you will never see from Stacy. If these reports continue, you may as well start smoking, growing and selling pot because thats the only way you uneducated ass will be able to get by in this world.
Another thing, Aids will be the least of your worries without an education, you won't even be able to eat corn on the cob because you wont be able to afford denistry for your rotten drug riddled teeth you imbicile.
Go ahead and bring me your grandchildren, maybe they will appreciate a warm roof over their heads and a chance for an education that you decided was unimportant.
Safe to come home? Hell stay over at Jasons if they are willing to feed and house an uneducated idiot. Lets see how long it lasts.
Your loving caring educated well paid Father...
:wah::wah:
Letter from my Son.
Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 11:41 am
:wah: thanks for sharing this is a classic,
yzgi yours was a brilliant come back, both had me laughing
yzgi yours was a brilliant come back, both had me laughing
Letter from my Son.
Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 2:05 pm
YZGI
Thats GREAT - loved it....:wah:
Patsy
Thats GREAT - loved it....:wah:
Patsy
Letter from my Son.
Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 2:46 pm
Soberhoho;772014 wrote: As i passed my son's bedroom i was astonished to see the bed was
nicely made, and everything was picked up. Then, i saw an envelope
propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, 'Dad.' I 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
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.
P.S. 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 that's on the kitchen table.
Call when it is safe for me to come home .
Had you going there huh.:wah:
:wah::wah: Now thats funny. I could actually see my son doing something like this, but with a webcam going. Watching me have a 'melt down' on Jasons computer :wah:
nicely made, and everything was picked up. Then, i saw an envelope
propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, 'Dad.' I 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
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.
P.S. 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 that's on the kitchen table.
Call when it is safe for me to come home .
Had you going there huh.:wah:
:wah::wah: Now thats funny. I could actually see my son doing something like this, but with a webcam going. Watching me have a 'melt down' on Jasons computer :wah:
Letter from my Son.
Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 2:50 pm
Omg I Think I Would Of Had A Heart Attack Before I Got To The Bottom Part.