Guest guest Posted April 29, 2005 Report Share Posted April 29, 2005 An old Arab who has lived in NewYork for some 40 years or so wants to plant potatoes in his garden, but he is alone, old and weak. So he e-mails his son in college in Paris: > Beloved son, I am very sad because I can't plant potatoes in my garden. I am sure, if only you were here, you would arrange for the garden to be dug up for me. I love you, Your father. His son 's response arrives promptly the following day: Beloved father, please don't touch the garden. It's there that I have hidden 'the THING'. I love you too, Ahmed At 4pm the US Army, the Marines, the FBI, the CIA and the Rangers crash into the old man's house, search every inch, take the whole garden apart, but find nothing and (suspend your natural disbelief this is only a joke), depart. Next morning the old man receives another e-mail from his son: Beloved father, I hope the garden is dug up by now and you can plant your potatoes. That's the best I could manage from here I love you always, Ahmed. Ien in the Kootenays ********************************** " You miss 100% of the shots you don't take " Wayne Gretzky Learn to shoot for the stars: http://greatestnetworker.com/ien ************************************ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 29, 2005 Report Share Posted April 29, 2005 NICE ONE! >still giggling< Cheers! Kathleen Petrides The Woobey Queen The Warming Touch, Therapeutic Pillows http://www.woobeyworld.com > Next morning the old man receives another e-mail from his son: > > Beloved father, I hope the garden is dug up by now and you can plant your potatoes. That's the best I could manage from here > > I love you always, > > Ahmed. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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