THE ITALIAN TOMATO GARDEN




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 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,

@ poster,

suddenly feels cold in here. I think am about to have the chills.









Nice one

giggles

wetin U dey giggle dey dey go?

dont geddit

him dey giggle dey enter bush,

Anusman how far?

The guy own don finish. . .

Gigolo, I dey my man!

No mind am, na d first stage be dat. Very soon him go start to throw imaginary stone and gist with himself

wow

We go do ritual for him head. . . Mummy Clemcy how work dey waka?