A father passing by his teenage son'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 galfriend Elva because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you. I've been finding real passion with Elva and she is so nice to me. I know when you meet her you'll like her too - even with all her piercing, tattoos, and motorcycle clothes. But it's not only the passion Dad, I'm happy because Elva said that she wants to bore me a kid and that we can be very happy together. Even though Elva is much younger than me (anyway, 15 isn't so young these days is it?), and has lot of money, really these things shouldn't stand in the way of our relationship, don't you agree?

Elva has a great CD collection; she already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. It's true she has other boyfriends as well but I know she'll be faithful to me in her own way. She wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams too.

Elva taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and she'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 she can get better; she sure deserves it!!

Don't worry Dad, Im 18 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 son,
tJ.

At the bottom of the page were the letters ''PTO''. Hands still trembling, his father turned the sheet, and read:

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!




Hope he know about my blog and read it. HA-HA! =)