A father was walking past his teenage son’s bedroom when he nearly fainted.

The room was spotless.

The bed was perfectly made.
Clothes folded.
Desk clean.
Even the pizza boxes were gone.

Suspicious already, he noticed a white envelope sitting neatly on the pillow.

Written on the front were two terrifying words:

“Dear Dad.”

His heart dropped.

With shaky hands, he opened the letter.

“Dear Dad,

I’m sorry to tell you this, but I’ve run away with my new girlfriend, Stacy.

I didn’t want a huge fight with you and Mom, so we decided to leave quietly.

Dad… I’ve never known passion like this before.

Stacy is amazing.

Sure, she’s covered in tattoos, has three nose piercings, rides a Harley, and is 19 years older than me…

…but love is blind.

Also, she’s pregnant.

We’re living in her trailer deep in the woods now, and honestly, life is beautiful.

She’s teaching me how to grow marijuana, and we trade some of it to the neighbors for cocaine and ecstasy.

Don’t worry, though — we only party on weekends.

Stacy says once science cures her AIDS, everything will be perfect.

Dad, I know I’m only 15, but I’m mature now.

One day we’ll come visit you with all your future grandchildren.

Love always,

Your son, Joshua.”

The father collapsed into the chair, pale as a ghost, sweat dripping down his forehead.

Then he noticed a final line scribbled at the bottom:

“P.S. Dad… relax. None of that is true.

I’m at Jason’s house.

I just wanted to remind you there are far worse things in life than the report card sitting on the kitchen table.

Oh… and before you read it…

Mom already saw it.

Good luck.”😂🤣