An old man lived alone in  Sydney. He wanted to spade his
vegetable 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, Â don't dig up that garden, that's where I
Buried
the BODIES!!!
Love Bubba
At 4A.M . the next morning, Â F.B.I. agents and local police showed
up and
dug up the entire area without  finding any bodies. They apologised
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  potatoes now.
(It was the best I could do  under the circumstances)
Love Bubba.
Back to My Forwards