Sunday, October 20, 2013
A farmer wrote his son who had recently been incarcerated in prison. He said, "Son, I don't have the ability to dig the whole farm up this year to plant anything without your help. I'm thinking of selling the farm. If you have any suggestions just let me know. Love, Dad."
The son, knowing that all prison mail is read by guards, wrote back, "Dad, whatever you do DO NOT dig up the farm! That's where I hid all the money. Love, me."
A few weeks later the farmer wrote back and said, "Son, Police officers with shovels came and dug up the whole farm!"
The son wrote back, "That's the best I could do from here. Now you can plant it up Dad!"