The inmate was aware that all prison mail passes through censors. When he got a letter from his wife asking about the family garden --- "Honey, when do I plant potatoes?" --- he wrote back, "Do not, under any circumstances, dig up our old garden spot. That's where I buried all my guns." Within days his wife wrote back, "Six investigators came to the house. They dug up every square inch of the back yard." By return mail she got his answer: "Now is the time to plant potatoes."
Bloomin’ Update 66: The Discontent Of Our Winter
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Nothing burns like the cold. George RR Martin wrote those words as part of
the prologue in one of his Game of Thrones books – and all I could think
about w...
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Ha ha! Good one.
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