A little old Italian man lived alone in the country. He wanted to dig

his tomato garden, but it was very difficult work for him because the

ground was too hard. His only son used to help him, but Vincent was

in prison now. One day, the old man was feeling so blue that he wrote a

letter to his son Vincent and described his feelings and predicament.

>My dear son Vincenzo, I feel pretty bad today. I can not plant my tomato

>garden this year. I'm just too old to dig up the garden. The ground is so

>hard, if I dig, it hurts my back so bad. If you were home...

> my troubles would be over .. I know you would dig the garden for

> me! Love, Papa.



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



Yo Pop, Wad'ever ya do... DO N'T dig up that yard .... That's where Iburied

>the bodies. Love, Vinnie. 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local

>police arrived and dug up the entire property. Not finding any bodies,

> they apologized to the little old man and left.



A day later, the little old man got another letter from his son. Yo Pop, go ahead and plant

those tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances

....Love, Vinnie

Yo. Dat's funny!

that was good for an early mid late afternoon laugh!

I concour.

Egad! Ye hast changed your avatar!



Um....



What the hell izzit?

It's Spiderman sitting by a tree.

so how many italians does it take to climb a tree anyways?