Potato's

Mustafa lives for over 40 years in New York.He would like to plant potatos in his garden but he is alone and old and his son lives in Iraq.So he sends an e-mail to his son that reads.Dear Achmed.I feel very sad that I don't have potatos in my garden.I'm sure that if you were here you would have helped me with it.Love you.your father.

Achmed sends back an e-mail straight away.

Dear father,please don't touch anything in the garden.I have buried "the thing" in there.Love you too,Achmed.

Less then 2 hours later the us army,marines,fbi and cia are knocking on mustafas door.They dig up the whole garden and search every inch of it.Frustrated that they don't find anything they leave after a few hours.

Same evening mustafa recieves another e-mail from his son.

Dear father I'm sure that your garden has been digged up by now and that you can plant your potato's.This was the only thing I could do for you from this distance.Love,achmed

Edited February 9, 200719 yr by basjke