Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Nothing To Say, So Here's Some Humor ...

The joys of NaBloPoMo are such that it means I need to post daily even when I don't really have much to say. So here's what's probably an old joke but it was new to me when I got it.

No offense intended to any New Jersians of Italian descent -- if it helps any, this was sent to me by a New Jersey native of Italian descent. :)


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, 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, 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.
Later,that same day, the old man received a telegram from his son.

Dear Pop,
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now.
That's the best I could do
under the circumstances.

Love you, Vinnie


Happy Wednesday :)

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