Advertisement
If you have a new account but are having problems posting or verifying your account, please email us on hello@boards.ie for help. Thanks :)
Hello all! Please ensure that you are posting a new thread or question in the appropriate forum. The Feedback forum is overwhelmed with questions that are having to be moved elsewhere. If you need help to verify your account contact hello@boards.ie
Hi there,
There is an issue with role permissions that is being worked on at the moment.
If you are having trouble with access or permissions on regional forums please post here to get access: https://www.boards.ie/discussion/2058365403/you-do-not-have-permission-for-that#latest

DEAR DAD.....

  • 17-06-2009 10:29pm
    #1
    Havermeyer
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 3,041 ✭✭✭


    A father passing by his son's bedroom, was astonished to see the bed
    was nicely made, and that everything was picked up and tidy.
    Then, he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed,

    'Dad.'

    With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the
    letter, with trembling hands.

    Dear Dad,

    It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing to 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.


Comments

Advertisement