Potatoes
Potatoes
(Humorous)
A farmers wife wrote to her husband
who was incarcerated for selling drugs.
“ Dear Mack.
It is time for planting the potatoes,
but first the field has to be plowed
and I have to hire someone”
Mack wrote back,
“Dear Rose,
No, don’t have that field plowed,
I buried my rifles, guns and
ammunition in that field!
Rose wrote back.
Dear Mack,
“ They must have read your letter,
yesterday the Sheriff and the FBI came
with a big tractor and plowed
the entire field.
And Mack wrote back,
“ Honey, now you can plant the potatoes!”
Erich J.Goller
Copyright 2004
Lets put a smile on my face, contest
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