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The Potato Garden

An old man lived alone in Minnesota. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work.

His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his situation.

Dear Son,

I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year.

I hate to miss doing the garden, because your mother always loved planting time. I'm 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 have dug up the plot for me, if you weren't in prison.

Love, Dad


Shortly, the old man received this telegram:

"For Heaven's sake, Dad, don't dig up the garden!! That's where I buried the guns!"

At 4am the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns.

Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what happened, and asked him what to do next.

His son's reply was: 'Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad. It's the best I could do for you from here.'

The Secret

The Oprah Winfrey And The Mystery Of The Secret

From: 2 months ago by Dirmar

The Oprah Winfrey And The Mystery Of The Secret

On 02/08/07, millions tuned in to The Oprah Winfrey Show to learn the mystery of the "SECRET"

Night Classes

At a building site, two blue collar workers, Jack and Ray were chatting.


Jack: Ray, I've been attending night classes for five months now and I have an exam next week.


Ray: Oh…well, how's that going for you?

Jack: Great! I'm learning all this cool stuff! For example, do you know who Graham Bell is?


Ray: No.


Jack: He invented the telephone in 1876. If you took night classes you'd know that.

Ray: Oh…that's pretty cool I guess.


The next day, Jack hailed Ray at the site again.


Jack: Hey Ray, do you know who Alexander Dumas is?


Ray: No.


Jack: He's the author of 'The Three Musketeers'. You know, if you took night classes like me, you'd know that.

Ray frowned in annoyance but said nothing.


The next day, Jack came up to Ray again.


Jack: Hey Ray! Do you know who Jean Jacques Rousseau is?


Ray: No!


Jack: He's the author of 'Confessions'. If you took those night classes, you'd know that.

Ray had had enough. He straightened up and turned to Jack.

Ray: Hey Jack! Do you know who Danny Barton is?


Jack: No.


Ray: He's the guy screwing your wife. If you didn't take those night classes, you'd know that.

Night Classes

At a building site, two blue collar workers, Jack and Ray were chatting.


Jack: Ray, I've been attending night classes for five months now and I have an exam next week.


Ray: Oh…well, how's that going for you?

Jack: Great! I'm learning all this cool stuff! For example, do you know who Graham Bell is?


Ray: No.


Jack: He invented the telephone in 1876. If you took night classes you'd know that.

Ray: Oh…that's pretty cool I guess.


The next day, Jack hailed Ray at the site again.


Jack: Hey Ray, do you know who Alexander Dumas is?


Ray: No.


Jack: He's the author of 'The Three Musketeers'. You know, if you took night classes like me, you'd know that.

Ray frowned in annoyance but said nothing.


The next day, Jack came up to Ray again.


Jack: Hey Ray! Do you know who Jean Jacques Rousseau is?


Ray: No!


Jack: He's the author of 'Confessions'. If you took those night classes, you'd know that.

Ray had had enough. He straightened up and turned to Jack.

Ray: Hey Jack! Do you know who Danny Barton is?


Jack: No.


Ray: He's the guy screwing your wife. If you didn't take those night classes, you'd know that.