Monday, June 29, 2009


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


Free Advice said...

Change the names to Murphy, Puttzle, Dingo, Fats, etc. Murphy should be the guy who does something odd or gets screwed in the end.

Remove all those damn>>>!

Jail Bird said...

Murphy is sent to prison for the first time. At night, the lights in the cell block are turned off, and his cellmate goes over to the bars and yells, "Number twelve!" The whole cell block breaks out laughing. A few minutes later, somebody else in the cell block yells, "Number four!" Again, the whole cell bloock breaks out laughing.

Murphy asks his cellmate what's going on. "Well," says the older prisoner, "we've all been in this here prison for so long, we all know the same jokes. So we just yell out the number instead of saying the whole joke."

So Murphy walks up to the bars and yells, "Number six!" There was dead silence in the cell block. He asks the older prisoner, "What's wrong? Why didn't I get any laughs?"

"Well," said the older man, "sometimes it's not the joke, but how you tell it."

Anonymous said...

There's a Riot Going On in Cell Block #9. Robins aka

Moon Phase