An old Italian man lived alone in the country. He wanted to dig his Tomato garden, but it was very hard 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 bad 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. If you were here, I know you would dig
The plot for me.
Love, Dad
A few days later he received a letter from his son.
Dear Dad,
Don't dig up that garden. That's where I buried the BODIES.
Love, Vinnie
At 4 a.m. The next morning, 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, Vinnie
that a killer
How to be a good Australian Citizen: Drive a Camry, Become another number in the system, Dob in all other numbers for un-numberlike behavior (no matter how slight), Base all your opinions solely on the information provided by T.T. and A.C.A., Believe everything our gracious Government Tells you to.
ive heard that joke in woodchopping form a few times, but that one rips it