Introducing our new weekly segment: Forwards from ma!
Since our dear mother finished yet another degree, the extra time on her hands is spent forwarding emails to her poor children (and yet she wonders why her computer crashes with her insistence on opening every forwarded attachment). Since we wish not to suffer alone anymore, we will share each week the most ridic of those sent to us. You are absolutely welcome.
An old black man lived alone in the country. He wanted to dig his yearly collard green garden, but it was always very hard work for him because the ground was hard. His only son, Junebug Jankins III, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.
Dear Junebugg Jankins III:
I am feeling pretty bad because it look like I won't be able to plant my collard green garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here 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 Daddy Jankins, Whatever you do, don't dig up that garden. That's where I buried the BODIES. Love Junebugg Jankins III
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. That same day the old man received another letter from his son.
Dear Daddy Jankins, You can go ahead and plant the collard greens now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances. Love Junebugg III.
So there you go. Incarcerated son dupes FBI, who still haven't found those damn bodies, into helping father out. How...sweet?