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Friday Funnies: The Italian Tomato Garden


An old Italian lived alone in New Jersey. He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work, as the ground was hard. His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.

Dear Vincent,
I am feeling pretty sad 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, like in the old days.
Love,
Papa

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

Dear Papa,
Don't dig up that garden. That's where the bodies are buried.
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 Papa,
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love you,
Vinnie


It’s Friday and it’s time to laugh. Now you must go and visit Kim at Homesteader’s Heart and put some laughter in your day or Vinnie’s family is going to break your fingers!

Comments

  1. too cute!! you always keep me smiling!!

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  2. That is one of my all time favorite funnies!

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  3. Oh I LOVED it! Too funny.
    Have a fabulous Friday my friend.
    KIm

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  4. I am glad for this postins is has been a semi blah week here at Golch Central.

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  5. FUNNY!!! I love it!!! Have a blessed day!

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  6. Ha! Too funny! I will have to share this one!

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  7. It's good to laugh, isn't it Mary? Very cute.

    Love you,
    Debbie

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  8. Oh my! That's hilarious...good ole Vinnie watchin' out for his Dad, LOL

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  9. Oh that is toooooo funny :)

    Happy friday Mary ~ I pray you have a laughter filled weekend my friend

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  10. Mary,

    I can't think of a better way to put our government to work for the good of the people who truly need it. Thank goodness they weren't on a furlough day.

    Come check out my book giveaways ending today. Click on the titles on the right hand side of my blog to enter any of them to win.

    http://reviewsfromtheheart.blogspot.com

    Love and Hugs ~ Kat

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  11. Too funny!! Seems kids always come up with creative ways to fix a problem!!

    Love and Blessings

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  12. Wheeee! .... Can't you just see that really happening?
    Thanks for the laugh, Mary! :)

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  13. this is great....I got to remember it to tell... ☺

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  14. That is hilarious!!! I totally cracked up when I read this. lol

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  15. I needed this as I had a rough night at work last night! LOL...Have a great weekend sister Mary and God bless you and your family always.

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  16. That's a good story! Have a blessed weekend!

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  17. Wonderful story. Thanks for sharing. Shows that you can help out your dad, no matter where you are.

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  18. I loved this; I will pass it on to my FIL who is always telling jokes (always!)

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