urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fraulich sarah sarah 2008-05-03T21:08:23Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fraulich:72027 2008-05-03T21:08:23Z 2008-05-03T21:08:23Z <object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7WwRX9WyBQo"></param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7WwRX9WyBQo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350" allowScriptAccess="never"></embed> </object> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fraulich:71713 2008-05-02T03:31:15Z 2008-05-02T03:31:15Z <object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZggayeujZw8"></param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZggayeujZw8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350" allowScriptAccess="never"></embed> </object> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fraulich:71668 2008-05-02T03:30:24Z 2008-05-02T03:30:24Z <object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iPOVsJxd_YI"></param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iPOVsJxd_YI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350" allowScriptAccess="never"></embed> </object> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fraulich:54893 2006-02-21T22:27:28Z 2006-02-21T22:27:28Z <a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />The Goodbye Letter<br /><br /> A father passing by his son's bedroom, was astonished to see the bed<br /> was nicely made, and everything was picked up. Then, he saw an<br /> envelope propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed,<br /> "Dad." With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read<br /> the letter with trembling hands.<br /><br /> Dear Dad,<br /> It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to<br /> elope with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a scene with<br /> Mom and you. I've been finding real passion with Stacy, and she is so<br /><br /> nice, but I knew you would not approve of her because of all her<br /> piercing's,tattoos, her tight motorcycle clothes, and because she is<br /> so much older than I am. But it's not only the passion, Dad, she's<br /> pregnant.<br /><br /> Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the<br /> woods,and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a<br /> dream of having many more children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the<br /> fact that marijuana doesn't, really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it<br /> for ourselves,and trading it with the other people in the commune, <br />for<br /><br /> all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray <br />that<br /> science will find a cure for AIDS, so Stacy can get better. She sure<br /> deserves it!! Don't worry Dad, I'm 15, and I know how to take care of<br /><br /> myself. Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit, so you can get to<br /> know your grandchildren.<br /><br /> Love, your son, John.<br /><br /> P.S. Dad, None of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I<br /> just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than<br /> the report card that's in my center desk drawer. I love you! Call<br /> when it is safe for me to come home!!