An old Italian man lived alone in New Jersey. He wanted to plant a
tomato garden, but it was difficult work, as the ground had become extremely hard.
His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was now 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 damn old to be digging up the garden
plot. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days.
If you were here my troubles would be over.
Love,
Papa
A few days later he received a letter from his son.
Dear Pop,
Don't dig up that garden. That's where the bodies are buried.
Love,
Vincent
6 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and
dug up the entire area looking for, but without finding any bodies.
Finally, they apologized profusely to the old man and left.
Later in the day the old man received another letter from his son.
Dear Pop,
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now.
That's the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love you,
Vincent
I hope you enjoyed this piece of 'humour' that my friend Mandy sent me some time ago.
Have a blessed week.
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