An old man lived alone in the countryside. He wanted to dig his tomato garden, but it would be very hard work as the ground was hardened. His only son, Vincent, who used to help him normally, 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 wont be able to plant my tomato garden this year. Im 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.
Love, Dad
A few days later he received a letter from his son.
Dear Dad,
Dont dig up that garden. Thats where I buried the bodies.
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. The following day the old man received another letter from his son.
Dear Dad,
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. Thats the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love you, Vinnie
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I must be a binge thinker. I do it a lot at times, then, not much at all.