Dave Payn

Active Member
There was an old man who lived alone in Idaho. He wanted to dig his
potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Bubba, who
used to help him, was now 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 garden 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

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

Dear Dad,

For heaven's sake, dad, don't dig up that garden, that's where I buried

Love, Bubba

At 4-A.M. the next morning, F.B.I. agents and local police showed up 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 Dad,

Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. That's the best I could do under
the circumstances.

Love, Bubba

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