BikerBob1961
Thursday, May 28, 2009 5:51:00 PM
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 Pop,

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 Pop,

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

the circumstances.

Love you,

Vinnie

lluvia
Thursday, May 28, 2009 5:52:00 PM
ahhhhhhhhhhhhh LOL
wheelrite
Thursday, May 28, 2009 5:55:00 PM
Racist !!!!

wheel..

lluvia
Thursday, May 28, 2009 5:56:00 PM
Italians are hot
lluvia
Thursday, May 28, 2009 5:57:00 PM
okay well some are hot
wtjvj
Thursday, May 28, 2009 5:57:00 PM
and some are not
lluvia
Thursday, May 28, 2009 5:57:00 PM
just like every other
lluvia
Thursday, May 28, 2009 5:58:00 PM
ethnicity, race, nationality

...some are hot

but hot Italians

are really hot

daveincincy
Thursday, May 28, 2009 6:01:00 PM
bippity boppity? bippity bobbity boobity!

Gene363
Thursday, May 28, 2009 6:14:00 PM
Reminds me of a Budro and Tibado (Cajun) joke.

"Hello, is this the Central Parish Sheriff's Office?"

"Yes."

"I'm calling to report about my neighbor Budro. He is hiding marijuana inside his firewood!"

"Thank you very much for the call, sir."

The next day, the Bullitt Co. Sheriff's Deputies descend on Budro's house.

They search the shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes, they bust open every piece of wood, but find no marijuana. They sneer at Budro and left.

The phone rings at Virgil's house. "Hey, Budro! This is Tibado. Did the Sheriff come?"

"Yeah!"

"Did they chop your firewood?"

"Yep."

"Happy Birthday, buddy!"

MACS
Thursday, May 28, 2009 6:19:00 PM
#8

Thank you.

lluvia
Thursday, May 28, 2009 6:31:00 PM
^you're welcome:)

10. LMAO!

herfsnipe
Thursday, May 28, 2009 6:32:00 PM
Whoda fug ate all da gobbagoo?

Fuggedaboudit...

lluvia
Thursday, May 28, 2009 6:33:00 PM
9. LMAO!
marc palanzo
Thursday, May 28, 2009 6:42:00 PM
Stugots!