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A college student writes to his parents…
Dear Mom and Dad,
I feel miserable because I have to keep writing for money. I feel ashamed and unhappy. I have to ask for another two hundred, but every cell in my body rebels. I beg on bended knee that you forgive me.
Your son,
Johnnie.
P.S. I felt so terrible, I ran after the mailman who picked this up in the box at the corner. I wanted to take this letter and burn it. I prayed that I could get it back. But it was too late.”
A father and son are driving on a European road.
Son to father: “Dad, is a Ferrari a red car with a small horse?”
Father: “That’s right, but why do you ask?”
Son:
“I think there’s one trying to pass us on the right…”
Father: my kids love going to the Web, and they keep track of their passwords by writing them on Post-it notes.
I noticed their Disney password was “MickeyMinnieGoofyPluto,” and asked why it was so long.
“Because,” my son explained, “they say it has to have at least four characters.”
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