Pretty Good Privacy
Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2003 10:52 pm
Pretty Good Privacy
An aging man living alone in the South Bronx, whose only son was in Riker's, didn't have anyone to prepare his garden for his potatoes. So he wrote to his son about it and received the reply, "For Christ's sake, dad, don't dig the garden up, that's where I buried the damned weapons." At 4 a.m. the next morning, a full dozen NY cops turned up and unceremoniously dug up the entire garden, but didn't find any guns. Pissed, they left, telling the old man he could clean the mess up himself. Confused and bit irritated, the man wrote to his son telling him what had happened, asking him what to do now. His son's reply: 'Dad, time to put the potatoes in.'
An aging man living alone in the South Bronx, whose only son was in Riker's, didn't have anyone to prepare his garden for his potatoes. So he wrote to his son about it and received the reply, "For Christ's sake, dad, don't dig the garden up, that's where I buried the damned weapons." At 4 a.m. the next morning, a full dozen NY cops turned up and unceremoniously dug up the entire garden, but didn't find any guns. Pissed, they left, telling the old man he could clean the mess up himself. Confused and bit irritated, the man wrote to his son telling him what had happened, asking him what to do now. His son's reply: 'Dad, time to put the potatoes in.'
