I heard this joke today at church:

 

 

An old Italian woman lived alone in the country. It was nearing Mother’s Day and she wanted to dig her tomato garden, as she had done every year, but it was very hard work for the aging woman as the ground was hard. Her only son, Vincent, who used to help her, was currently in prison because of his affiliation with The Mob. The old woman wrote a letter to her son and described her predicament:

Dear Vincent,

I am feeling pretty bad 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. If only you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.

 

Love Mom.

A few days later she received a letter from her son:

Dear Mom,

Not for nothing, but don’t dig up that garden. That’s where I buried the BODIES.

Love Vinnie

 

At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived at the old woman’s house and dug up the entire area. However, they didn’t find any bodies, so they apologized to the old woman and left.

That same day the old woman received another letter from her son.

Dear Mom,

Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That’s the best I could do under the circumstances.

Happy Mother’s Day,

Vinnie

 

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