Cheap Labour. . . . . . .

An old man living alone in the country wanted to dig his
potato garden but it was very hard work as the ground was hard. His only
son Fred, who used to help him, was in prison. He wrote a letter to his
son and described his predicament.

Dear Fred,
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, don't dig up that garden! That's
where I buried the bodies!
Love,
Fred

At 4am the next morning, FBI agents and local police who had been monitoring Fred's letters all the while
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 potatoes now. That's the best I
could do under the circumstances.
Love,
Fred

Nice joke!
I remove my cap 4 smart fred,     

coooll

wise boy

Nice one Equilibrium.that Fred must be a cousin 2 Michael Scofield.

lol
nice joke

   wise Fred,poor cop

so your eyes are now finally in shape? congrats mon ami

you again!

nice one