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Offline donlau

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Gardening
« on: Fri 04 Jun 2010 04:56:17 »
An old bloke in Darwin lived alone and he wanted to plant a vegie garden.
But it was very difficult work, as the ground in Darwin is mostly rock and red clay. His only son, Robbo, who could help him, was in Berrimah prison for drink driving and dope smoking.
The old bloke wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his problem.

Dear Robbo, I am feeling pretty sad, because it looks like I won't be able to plant my vegie garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were it would be easier. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days.
A coupla days later he received a letter from his son.
Dear dad, what ever you do, don't dig up that bloody garden. That's where the bodies are buried.

Early the next morning, the cops arrived in force and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologised to the old bloke and left.

That same day the old bloke received another letter from his son.

Dear dad, go ahead and plant the vegies now. This was the best I could do under the circumstances.