I sent the redneck story (FBI chops redneck's wood to find marijuana stash) to my girlfriend and here's the way she heard it:

Subject: THE GOOD SON

An old man lived alone in Idaho. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but
it was very hard work. His only son, Bubba, who had always helped him, was in
prison for armed robbery. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned
his predicament


"Dear Bubba, I'm feeling pretty low because it looks like I won't be able
to plant my potato garden this year. I've gotten 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, Dad"


A few days later the old man received a letter from his son: "Dear Dad, For
HEAVEN'S SAKE DAD, don't dig up the GARDEN! That's where I buried the GUNS
and the MONEY! Love, Bubba."


At 4:00 a.m. the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police officers
showed up and dug up the entire area. After finding nothing, they apologized
to the old man and left.


That same afternoon the old man received another letter from his son:

"Dear Dad, Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. It's the best I could do under the circumstances. Love, Bubba."

Korwyn in Norfolk UK

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