A Joke

[Vicky]

An old man lived alone in Idaho. He wanted to spade his potato
garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Bubba, who used to
help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and
described his predicament.

Dear Bubba,

I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to
plant my potato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be
digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be
over. I know you would dig the plot for me.

Love, Dad


A few days later he received a letter from his son.


Dear Dad,

For heaven's sake dad, don't dig up that garden - that's where
I buried the bodies!

Love, Bubba


At 4 A.M. the next morning, FBI agents and local police showed up
and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They
apologized to the old man and left. A couple of days later, the
old man received another letter from his son.


Dear Dad,

Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. It's the best I could do
under the circumstances.

Love, Bubba

[Robin]

lol! :laugh:

[fullhart]

Good one Vicky.

[pinkroses]

:cheer: :laugh: :cheer:

[avalanche]

:laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

[iradsons]

GREAT JOKE, VICKY, ENJOYED IT.

[carygaron]

:smile2: :smile3: :grin2:

[sweepmama]

that was a good one!!!!

[jesjaime]

lol :laugh:

[Wanda_555777]

:grin5: :laugh: :laugh2:

Wanda

[skpaw]

That one was in my email before, but it is pretty good!

[velvet49329]

Too funny!!:laugh:

[jeannierosado]

Hilarious:laugh: :grin5:

[michele]

:laugh: Too funny!

[randypro]

Thanks for the laugh!:laugh: :laugh: :laugh: I laughed so hard I almost died... I did die, they buried me in the sand. My toes stuck up, the grass tickled my toes, I laughed so hard I almost died... I did die, they buried me in the sand. My toes stuck up, the grass tickled my toes, I laughed so hard I almost died... I did die, they buried me in the sand. My toes stuck up, the grass tickled my toes, ..........

[Wannawin]

Good one :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

Cheers, Debra

[tncorgi]

Potatoes.

The inmate was aware that all prison mail passes through censors. When he got a letter from his wife asking about the family garden - "When do I plant potatoes?" - he wrote back, "Do not, under any circumstances, dig up our old garden spot. That is where I buried all my guns." Within days his wife wrote back,"Six investigators came to the house. They dug up every square inch of the back yard." By return mail she got his answer:"Now is the time to plant potatoes."