Sunday Laughs

Subject: The Potato Patch

An old man lived alone in Idaho. He wanted to spade his potato patch
so he could plant his spuds, but it was very hard work. His only son, Bubba,
who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son
and described his predicament.


Dear Bubba:

I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant
my potato patch 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
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A few days later he received a letter from his son.

Dear Dad:

For heaven's sake, Dad, don't dig up that plot, that's where I buried
the BODIES.

Love, Bubba.
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At 4:00 the next morning, FBI agents and local police showed up and
dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the
old
man and left. The 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, Bubba

Claudia D. Dikinis
http://starcats.com
Political & Personal Astrology for a New Millennium

"When it comes to shedding American blood--when it comes to wreaking havoc
on civilians, on innocent men, women and children, callous dissembling is
not acceptable. Nothing is worth that kind of lie--not oil, not revenge, not
re-election, not somebody's grand pipe dream of a democratic domino theory.
And mark my words, the calculated intimidation that we see so often of late
by the "powers that be" will only keep the loyal opposition quiet for just
so long. Because eventually, like it always does, the truth will emerge. And
when it does, this house of cards, built of deceit, will fall. " -- Sen.
Robert Byrd --
http://www.thenation.com/doc.mhtml?i=20030609&s=byrd