An old farmer wrote 2 his son in prison. Dis year I wont b able 2 plant potatoes cos I can't dig the field, I knw if u wer here u
would help me. D son wrote back, Dad, don't even think of digging d field cos dat's where I buried d money I stole.
The Police read d letter & d next day d̶̲̥̅̊ whole field was dug by police looking 4 d money but
nothing was found. D following day the son wrote again,Now plant ur potatoes, Dad..It's the best I can do frm here...!happy sunday to U̶̲̥̅̊ all..@@@