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Smart Son

on March 16, 2017

Walking past his son’s bedroom, the father see beds made and on the pillow a letter addressed to “Dad”. 

With shaking hands, he picks up the envelope and with trembling fingers he opens the envelope.
“Dear, Dad. It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing you. 

I had to elope with my new girlfriend Britney, because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mum and you. 

I’ve fallen in love with Britney dad. 

She is so nice, but I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercing’s and tattoos and because she is so much older than I am.

 Also i have to tell you she is pregnant dad.

Britney says we will be very happy in her caravan in the woods. 

We share a dream of having many more children dad. 

Britney 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 that Britney can get better.  

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, Josh.
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. 

Call when it is safe for me to come home!”

*this was written by a netizen….brilliant!


7 responses to “Smart Son

  1. Harlon says:

    Totally brilliant! xo Harlon

  2. Lol! Bet dad had a temporary heart attack!

  3. AHHH!!! HA HA HA!! 🙂 x

  4. Ha ha ha…One of my grandfather’s favorite jokes goes back to the day of telegraphs when you were charged by the word to send a communication. A son at college telegraphed his father for money:

    No mon(ey)
    No fun
    Your Son

    His father wired back an equally brief reply:

    Too bad
    I’m sad
    Your Dad

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