Discussion in 'Fibromyalgia Main Forum' started by JimB, Sep 24, 2005.

  1. JimB

    JimB New Member

    > An old man lived alone on a farm. He wanted to
    > spade his potato
    > garden, but it was very hard work. His only son,
    > who used to help
    > him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to
    > his son and
    > described his predicament:
    > Dear Son,
    > 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
    > garden plots. 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, Dad, don't dig up that garden.
    > That's where I
    > buried the bodies!
    > Love, Son
    > At 4:00 AM the next morning, F.B.I. agents and
    > local police showed up
    > 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, Son

    Edited 'cause I spelled potato in Fibro-fog
    (a special language). lol[This Message was Edited on 09/25/2005]
  2. tonakay

    tonakay New Member

    thanks for the smile. I've got a big old garden and I say thank God for tillers... LOL


    I can't seem to spell this morning either... waaaaaa[This Message was Edited on 09/25/2005]
  3. Sandyz

    Sandyz New Member

    Thanks for the joke and the laugh today!
  4. EllenComstock

    EllenComstock New Member

    Thanks for the laugh-that was really cute!

  5. vp

    vp New Member

    Good one!!!!!!!
  6. JimB

    JimB New Member

    'cause I'm not wasting a good joke to end up on page 95 by the time people could Be reading it.
    :) Jim
  7. Rosiebud

    Rosiebud New Member