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> 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 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.
> 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 you, Vinnie |
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