Chicken Soup For The Twisted Mind

Things can always be worse..

October 30th, 2008 · No Comments

Read this online the other day… if i have a daughter like that..

dunno wanna laugh or cry.. 

 

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 center 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:

PS: Dad, none of the above is true. I’m over at the neighbor’s house. I
just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my
report card that’s in my desk center drawer. Please sign it and call
when it is safe for me to come home. I love you daddy…

 

OMG!! ROTFLOL!!!

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