So.. Where Do We Go Now...

A mother enters her daughter's bedroom and sees
a
letter on the bed.
With the worst premonition, she reads it, with
trembling hands:

Dear Mom,
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm
telling you that I have eloped with my new
boyfriend. I found real passion and he is so
nice, even with all his piercing and tattoos,
and
I love riding on the back of his big motorcycle.
But it's not only that mom, I'm pregnant and
Ahmed said that we will be very happy in his
trailer in the woods. He wants to have many more
children with me and that's one of my dreams.
I've learned that marijuana doesn't hurt anyone
and we'll be growing it for us and his friends,
who are providing us with all the cocaine and
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 and I know how to take care of
myself. Some day 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!