A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the center of the bed. 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. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you.

I've been finding real passion with Joan and she is so nice-even with all her piercing, tattoos, and her tight Motorcycle clothes.

But it's not only the passion dad, she's pregnant and Joan said that we will be very happy.

Even though you won't care for her as she is so much older than I, she already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. She wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams too.

Joan taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and we'll be growing it for us and trading it with her friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Joan can get better; she 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 son,

John

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. I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home.

Enjoy!!!!

Hog

OMG!!! ROTFLMFAO!!!!

OMG!!! ROTFLMFAO!!!!

I've read that before, but it never stops being funny!

OMG!!! ROTFLMFAO!!!!

My favorite dad and son joke:

Dad lives alone in a cabin the woods. He raises potatoes for his food and gets his water from a nearby stream. But he's getting old now and the ground seems harder each spring. There's nobody he can turn to. His only son is serving time in the federal pen. Desperate, he writes a last letter to his son in jail. "Dear Son, This is probably goodbye for me, as I am just getting too old to plow up the old tater patch any more. I'm down to my last sack of spuds. When next you hear of me it will probably be because I done starved to death. Goodbye, Dad."

The son writes back the next day. "Dear Dad, Whatever you do, don't dig up that potato patch. That's where I buried all the bodies and the drugs."

The next morning at 5 A.M., 25 Federal Agents showed up with picks and shovels and went to work searching the tater patch but they found nothing. Another day goes by and another letter arrives from the son, "Dear Dad, That's the best I could do on short notice. I hope the planting goes easier now."