Friday, December 3, 2010

Why Parents Drink!

Hello World, 


Hope all is well with you guys. Recently a friend told me she misses my blog - Thanks for saying that MARY - even though I still find it hard to believe :-) You're too sweet. I realized that I should try and stick to this and even though I most likely won't write a blog post every day I am now determined to write something ever so often .. let's see how long that "determination" lasts! 


Another friend of mine sent me an email yesterday - a forward with a joke - and I found it hilarious so I thought I'd share it with you guys .. put you in a good mood. If this was my kid I would want to beat him but you have to admire his ingenuity! Thanks for the joke Trisha B!


So guys enjoy! 



Why Parents Drink
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 that was 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 Mom and you.
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 piercing, 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. She deserves it.
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 John
PS. 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 a Report card That's in my center desk drawer.
I love you.
Call me when it's safe to come home.


Wasn't it hilarious? Hahahaha! Poor dad! 

Have a great day guys!
Luv Lee 

2 comments:

heymcs said...

I love it and glad to see you are back blogging. Your life is way too interesting to not share.

Leandraluv said...

You're too kind Mary :-) I won't go so far to say "my life is way too interesting" hahaha but thanks!

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