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. That same day the old man received another letter 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
Medical Alert: Worse than bedbugs.
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11 comments:
So that's what is going on in my closet!
loved 'em both!!! :)
Hmmm. Never knew about those calories. The little bastards.
Thanks for the laughs, Sylvia.
I love the "Tomato Garden"--very funny and very clever. I'm always in awe of people that can tell jokes because I am not a good joke teller. But, I guess they need a good audience, and I can certainly be that. Have a great day. Mickie ;)
Thanks for the giggles, Sylvia!
So that's what's happening in my closet!
Funny joke!
You have me rolling in the floor! You are so funny.
I enjoyed both of these. Now if you could only tell me how to get those things out of my closet.
Both made me chuckle. Thanks.
That tomato garden joke is a classic, Sylvia.
LOL, My God, what a smart son. The FBI probably never thought a thing before they dug up that place. Wow
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