kandiban
19th May 2006, 01:30 PM
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A father passing by his teenage daughter's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was neat and tidy. Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the centre of 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 you, but I'm leaving
home. I had to elope with my new boyfriend Randy because I wanted to avoid
a scene with Mom and you. I've been finding real
passion with Randy and he is so nice to me. I know when you meet him
you'll like him too - even with all his piercing, tattoos, and motorcycle
clothes.
But it's not only the passion Dad, I'm pregnant and Randy said that
he wants me to have the kid
and that we can be very happy together. Even though
Randy is much older
than me (anyway, 42 isn't so old these days is
it?),
and has no money,
really these things shouldn't stand in the way of
our relationship, don't
you agree?
Randy has a great CD collection; he already
owns a trailer in the woods and
has a stack of firewood for the whole winter.
It's true he has other
girlfriends as well but I know he'll be
faithful to me in his own way. He
wants to have many more children with me and
that's now one of my dreams too.
Randy taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt
anyone and he'll be growing it for us and we'll trade it with our
friends for all the cocaine
and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll
pray that science will find a
cure for AIDS so Randy can get better; he sure
deserves it!!
Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now 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 grandchildren.
Your loving daughter,
Rosie.
At the bottom of the page were the letters
"PTO".
Hands still trembling, her father turned the sheet, and read:
:twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted:
PS: Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at
the neighbour's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse
things in life than my report card that's in my desk centre drawer.
Please sign it and call when it is safe for me to come home.
I love you!
:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:
A father passing by his teenage daughter's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was neat and tidy. Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the centre of 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 you, but I'm leaving
home. I had to elope with my new boyfriend Randy because I wanted to avoid
a scene with Mom and you. I've been finding real
passion with Randy and he is so nice to me. I know when you meet him
you'll like him too - even with all his piercing, tattoos, and motorcycle
clothes.
But it's not only the passion Dad, I'm pregnant and Randy said that
he wants me to have the kid
and that we can be very happy together. Even though
Randy is much older
than me (anyway, 42 isn't so old these days is
it?),
and has no money,
really these things shouldn't stand in the way of
our relationship, don't
you agree?
Randy has a great CD collection; he already
owns a trailer in the woods and
has a stack of firewood for the whole winter.
It's true he has other
girlfriends as well but I know he'll be
faithful to me in his own way. He
wants to have many more children with me and
that's now one of my dreams too.
Randy taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt
anyone and he'll be growing it for us and we'll trade it with our
friends for all the cocaine
and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll
pray that science will find a
cure for AIDS so Randy can get better; he sure
deserves it!!
Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now 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 grandchildren.
Your loving daughter,
Rosie.
At the bottom of the page were the letters
"PTO".
Hands still trembling, her father turned the sheet, and read:
:twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted:
PS: Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at
the neighbour's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse
things in life than my report card that's in my desk centre drawer.
Please sign it and call when it is safe for me to come home.
I love you!
:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: