Atika Sikun




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Saturday, February 27, 2010 | Posted by Atika | 0 comment/s

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A little something for all of you who are reading.


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 finds a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it.

Don't worry Dad. I'm 15 and I k now 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 there are worse things in life than the Report Card in my desk drawer.

I love you.

Call me when it's safe to come home :)



Why am I posting this? Basically it is to cheer up a dear friend of mine whom is feeling down at the moment after getting his result.He might have read this email before,but I just hope he will smile after reading this.Heh.a small help from yours truly :) oh.and a little nudge for the fellow 18 years old.Results' coming out! Pray hard! *finger crossed* ;D

P/S : Hopefully my parents aint going to slaughter me alive when I got my result *shivers* :|


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