This has been around to us twice in e-mail but I just couldn't resist!
>As a mother was passing by her daughter's bedroom, she was astonished to
>the bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then she saw an
>envelope propped up prominently on the center of the bed. It was addressed,
>"Mom." With the worst premonition, she opened the envelope and read the
>letter with trembling hands:
>It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope
>my new boyfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Dad and you. I've
>been finding real passion with John and he is so nice even with all his
>piercing, tattoos, beard, and his motorcycle clothes. But it's not only the
>passion mom, I'm pregnant and John said that we will be very happy. He
>already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the
>whole winter. He wants to have many more children with me and that's now
>of my dreams too. John taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone
>and we'll be growing it for us and trading it with his friends for all the
>cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will
>find a cure for AIDS so John can get better; he sure deserves it! Don't
>worry Mom, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Some
>day I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your
>Mom, 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
>card which is in my desk drawer.
>I love you!
>Call when it is safe for me to come home.
'It has been said that politics is the second oldest profession.
I have learned that it bears a striking resemblance to the first.'