An old Italian lived alone in New Jersey. He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work, as the ground was hard. His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison.
The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:
Dear Vincent,
I am feeling pretty sad, because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days.
Love, Dad
A few days later he received a letter from his son.
Dear Dad,
Don't dig up that garden. That's where the bodies are buried.
Love, Vincent
At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left.
That same day the old man received another letter from his son:
Dear Dad,
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love, Vincent
Laughter is the best medicine....this was found in our newspaper.
8 comments:
Too funny!
I do like that one :)
I've heard this one before and it's just as funny the second time!
Now, that's a good one! Glad you got your package. Hope you enjoy!
Hahahahahahahahaha. Bossy can see she's going to need to get creative in order to deal with her own Hardpan she calls Soil.
I love it! I am Italian and can totally see the family devotion!!
Hilarious! Very clever!!
I've heard it before, too. But, I still dig it
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