joi, 24 mai 2012


An old italian gentleman 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 the 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 that plot for me, like in the old days. Love, Papa.

A few days later, he received a letter from his son:

Dear Papa, 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 Papa, go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That`s the best I could do under the circumstances. Love you, Vinnie.

Preluat de pe Facebook, de pe un profil. Io inca mai rad dupa 15 minute de la prima citire.

8 comentarii:

  1. Don’t just fuck the police.

    Take the police out on a couple dates. Take the police to the movies or a nice stroll in the park. Feed the police some delicious fondue. Make the police fall in love with you. Then, fuck the police. And then out of nowhere, stop taking calls from the police. Ignore the police. Make the police miss you. Make the police cry.

  2. cu pluta pe pluto mi-a furat comentariul...

  3. terminati-o cu cearta pe blogul fetei in plm.....

    1. aha, deci poti comenta doar cand vrei tu! inteleg...

    2. a trebuit sa imi fac cont de blogspot dasteapto....<_<...numai ca sa te pot comenta....

    3. awwwwwww, stiam io ca ma iubesti! :)))


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