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Saturday, March 21, 2009

Humor from Down Under

An old Greek man lived alone in Oakleigh.
He wanted to dig his tomato
garden, but it was hard work for his advanced years as the ground was very
hard.
His only son, Costa, who used to help him, was in prison.
The old man wrote
a letter to his son and described his predicament.

Dear Costa,
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.
If you were here my troubles would be over.
I know you would dig the
plot for me.
Love Papa

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


Dear Papa,
Don't dig up the garden. That's where I buried the bodies.
Love Costa


At 4 A.M. the next morning, Federal agents and Victoria 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 Papa,
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now.
That's the best I could do under the
circumstances.
Love Costa

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