Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Nobody knows...the trouble I've seen...

I wasn't really sure what to write about today, but I just received (from a very reliable source) a little story that I thought was rather amusing. I'd like to entitle it:

"Now THAT's thinking outside of the box...or cell (in this case.)"

An Old Italian man lived alone in the country. It was early spring and 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 badly 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.
Love,

Dad

A few days later he received a letter from his son.

Dear Dad,
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 you,
Vinnie

That's pretty resourceful, no? Kudos to Vinnie for finding a way to get the job done in spite of his incarceration.

Now if we could only get the rest of those lazy criminals in prison to do likewise...

Have a great 4th, peoples! Don't lose any fingers...

Much luv,
Rob
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Song of the Day: "Beautiful World" by Collin Hay

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Frack, dude. You don’t waste any time, do you? You go for, like, a week with nothing and then you punch them out rapid fire – and with MY material, to boot.

Okay, try this one on:

Italian guy gets married. His father comes to him and says, “Son, Ima so proud of you. Now youa married, I giva you dis.” And he hands him a box. The son opens the box and finds a handgun inside.

He looks at his father bewildered, “Dad, you give me a GUN for a wedding gift?!! What’s wrong with a nice wristwatch??

The father explains, “Son, God forbid, one day you coma home from work early and you finda you wife in bed with another man. I giva you a watch, what do you do? Look at it and say, ‘Scusa me, you time she’sa up,’?”

That Guy