Archive for July 26th, 2005

To My Six Readers

The perfect storm of self employment, recovery from a week upstate on business, self employment and flat out fatigue has all come at the expense of my daily rant. More will be forthcoming, as soon as the lactic acid burn behind my eyes subsides. In the meantime, a quick funny:

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 bad 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. If you were here 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,
Not for nothing, but 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 Vinnie


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