22 October 2008

wednesday waner...

two more days, two more days, two more days...

An old Italian man lived alone in the country. He wanted to dig his tomato garden, but it was very hard 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 badly 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.



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

Dear Dad,

Don't dig up that garden. That's where I buried the bodies.



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 he received another letter from his son:

Dear Dad,

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

Love ya,

hmmm? this would be something my family....

no wait, someone may be reading this.

i should also add thirteen more days, thirteen more days, thirteen more days...

and to help you through to Friday with a little perspective on your job...

Worst job.jpg

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