Well, let me start on the Arsenal first of all. We needed to win after out 2-1 defeat in Oporto last month. Loads of people thought that it would be an easy game, but Porto had pace and skill. Yes we were unlucky to lose back then, but you could also argue that Porto deserved the win. But what a win! The team came together and yes, if we can keep that spirit together, we can beat anyone. And of course, this means that with Nasri in midfield we no longer need Fabregas.
Anyway, back to the family. Since my last post, we have had my son's birthday party. Aged two, he liked the party which my four year old daughter loved more. But amongst the presents, he got a remote control car (thanks Claire) which he loves to bits. And a Jo Jingles which he takes to sleep every night. When taking them back home from seeing my Mother, they were listening to the Black Eyed Peas and now both the kids are hooked on them!
Back to me, have watched V for Vendetta which was a great film. I have had the DVD for a year or two. A bit like how the UK would be if the BNP ever took power.
Anyway, time for the joke, then bed.
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 pillow. 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 Mum and you.
I've been finding real passion with Stacy, and she is so nice, but I knew you would not approve of her, because of all her piercing's, tattoos, her tight Motorcycle clothes, and because she is so much older than I am.
But it's not only the passion, Dad. She's pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods, and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.
Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't, really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves, and trading it with the other people in the commune, for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.
In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS, so Stacy can get better. She sure deserves it!
Don't worry Dad, I'm 15, 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 many grandchildren.
Love, your son, Joshua.
P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Jason's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the school report that's on the kitchen table.
Call when it is safe for me to come home :)
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