An Old Italian man lived alone in the country. He wanted to plant his tomato garden, as he had for decades and decades, but it was very hard work as the ground was extremely hard. His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. Depressed at his lack of options the old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.
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. I know that if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would dig into this hard ground and create the garden plot for me.
A few days later he received a letter from his son.
Not for nothing, but don't dig up that garden. I absolutely do not want you or anyone else digging into this ground. That's where I buried the BODIES.
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.
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.
That one had me in tears, Cheryl! It's a beautiful combination of the old "Sicilian" humor with the new "NSA spying" humor that's been going around recently. The son Vincent is a pretty savvy guy!:evil: