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  • Why Parents Drink

    1 posts, 1 voices, 864 views, started Oct 4, 2009

    Posted on Sunday, October 4, 2009 by Venus 7000

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    • Aquamarine
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      A father passing by his son’s bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up.  Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the pillow addressed to “Dad.”  With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and 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 you and mom.  I have 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, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is 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 that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy.  In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better.

      Don’t worry dad....I’m 15 and I know how to take care of myself.  Someday I’m sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.
      Love,
      Your son , Blake

      P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I’m over at Tommy’s house.  I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that’s in my center desk drawer.  

       I love you.

       Call me when it’s safe to come home.



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