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, Vinnie,
who used to help him, was in prison. The old man
wrote a letter to his son and described his
predicament:
Dear Vinnie,
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
)
Im always the bad guy.
