A Bad Joke.
I apologise if you have heard this before, but it made me chuckle.
An old man who was very keen on gardening realised that he was getting too old for the hard work involved. He wrote his son, who was in jail, a letter:
Dear Son, I thought I would let you know that I can no longer tend my garden, the digging is far to hard for me to do now. I know that if you were here with me you would do it for me. With love, Your Father.
Two days later he received a reply:
Dear Dad, For god's sake, don't touch the garden, that is where I buried the bodies.
With love, Your Son.
At 4am the next morning the police turned up at the old man's house and spent several hours digging up the garden. They found nothing, apologised to the old man and left.
The next day the old man received another letter.
Dear Dad, That is the best I could do, Your Loving Son.
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