Showing posts with label Garden. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Garden. Show all posts

Monday, 4 December 2017

A Prisoner In Jail


A prisoner in jail receives a letter from his wife: "Dear Husband, I have decided to plant some lettuce in the back garden. When is the best time to plant them?" 

The prisoner, knowing that the prison guards read all mail, replied in a letter: "Dear Wife, whatever you do, do not touch the back garden. That is where I hid all the money." 

A week or so later, he received another letter from his wife: "Dear Husband, You wouldn't believe what happened, some men came with shovels to the house, and dug up all the back garden." 

The prisoner wrote another letter back: "Dear wife, now is the best time to plant the lettuce." 


Tuesday, 8 March 2016

And God Created Woman




One day in the Garden of Eden, Eve calls out to God, "Lord, I have a problem!"

"What's the problem, Eve?"

"Lord, I know you've created me and have provided this beautiful garden and all of these wonderful animals, and that hilarious comedy snake, but I'm just not happy."

"Why is that, Eve?" came the reply from above.

"Lord, I am lonely. And I'm sick to death of apples."

"Well, Eve, in that case, I have a solution. I shall create a man for you."

"What's a 'man', Lord?"

"This man will be a flawed creature, with aggressive tendencies, an enormous ego and an inability to empathize or listen to you properly. All in all, he'll give you a hard time. But, he'll be bigger and faster and more muscular than you. He'll be really good at fighting and kicking a ball about and hunting fleet-footed ruminants, and not altogether bad in the sack."

"Sounds great," says Eve, with an ironically raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, well. He's better than a poke in the eye with a burnt stick. But, you can have him on one condition."

"What's that, Lord?"

"You'll have to let him believe that I made him first."



Thursday, 14 May 2015

Working in The Garden



A prisioner in jail received a letter from his wife: 
"I have decided to plant some lettuce in the back garden. When is the best time to plant them?" 
The prisioner, knowing that the prison guards read all the mail, replied in a letter: 
"Dear Wife, whatever you do, DO NOT touch the back garden! That is where I hid all the gold." 
A week or so later, he received another letter from his wife: 
"You wouldn't believe what happened. Some men came with shovels to the house, and dug up the whole back garden." 
The prisoner wrote another letter:

"Dear wife, NOW is the best time to plant the lettuce!"