>the worst premonition, she reads it, with trembling hands: :o
>
>Dear Mom,
>It is with great regret & sorrow that I'm telling you that I have eloped
>with
>my new boyfriend. I found real passion & he is so nice, even with all his
>piercings & tattoos, and I love riding on the back of his big motorcycle.
>But
>it's not only that mom, I'm pregnant & Ahmed said that we will be very
>happy in
>his trailer in the woods. He wants to have many more children with me &
>that's
>one of my dreams. I've learned that marijuana doesn't hurt anyone & we'll
>be
>growing it for us & his friends, who are providing us with all the cocaine
>&
>ecstasy we may want. In the meantime, we'll pray for science to find the
>AIDS
>cure, for Ahmed to get better, he deserves it. Don't worry Mom, I'm 15
>years old
>now & I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'll visit so you can get
>to
>know your grandchildren.
>
>Your daughter,
>Judith
> :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :(
>PS: Mom, it's not true. I'm next door at Sandy's. I just wanted to show
>you
>that there are worse things in life than my report card that's in my desk
>drawer...I love you!
> > >Hysterical Squirrel story
