Thursday, 28 August 2008


i'm completely out of steam today (it's been a rough week), so you'll have to do with a joke, which may or may not be preferable to a proper post:

An old Italo-American 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 badly 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.
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, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left.

The next 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 you,Vinnie


Being Brazen said...

Heehehee..Thats kind of sweet :)

sweets said...

that is SO sweet!!! awwwwwwww :)

Ruby said...

good boy:)

Arkwife said...

Ah, a classic....I love that joke :-)

Slyde said...

i take offense to your portrayal of italian americans.

Just because i happen to have a tomatoe garden in my backyard, and i MAY or MAY NOT have buried some people in it, doesnt mean we ALL do...

white rabbit said...

How about planting tomatoes in graveyards?

angel said...

teehee... and crime doesn't pay eh?