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Laugh With Lisa: It Worked

Lisa DeMarco tells another loud-lauh tale.

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An old man lived alone in Idaho. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Bubba, who use to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.

Dear Bubba:

I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I wonít be able to plant my potato garden this year. Iím just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.

Love Dad.

A few days later, he received a letter from his son.

Dear Dad: For heavenís sake, donít dig up the garden, thatís where I buried the BODIES.

Love, Bubba

At 4 a.m. the next morning, F.B.I agents and local police showed up and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son.

Dear Dad:

Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. Thatís the best I could do under the circumstances.

Love, Bubba

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