An old iraqi man living in the USA for more than 40 years, he wants to grow potatoes in his land but this is a hard work for him. His only son studies in France.
The old man sends his son an email explaining the situation:
"Dear Son, I feel bad because I won't be able to grow my land, I'm very old for this. If you were here, all my problems would fade away, you'd wake up and turn over the land. Love Your Father"
A few days later, the father gets the email response:
"Dear father. For Allah's sake! Please don't ever, ever touch that garden! That's the place where I buried those things. Love, your son."
4am the night after, suddenly start to come cops, FBI, CIA, Steven Seagal, Chuck Norris, SWAT, Rangers, Marines... searching for bombs materials, anthrax, whatever. They find nothing so they leave.
The next morning the old man gets another email from his son:
"Dear father, the land would be already turned over most likely now to grow your potatoes. Love, your son"
The old man sends his son an email explaining the situation:
"Dear Son, I feel bad because I won't be able to grow my land, I'm very old for this. If you were here, all my problems would fade away, you'd wake up and turn over the land. Love Your Father"
A few days later, the father gets the email response:
"Dear father. For Allah's sake! Please don't ever, ever touch that garden! That's the place where I buried those things. Love, your son."
4am the night after, suddenly start to come cops, FBI, CIA, Steven Seagal, Chuck Norris, SWAT, Rangers, Marines... searching for bombs materials, anthrax, whatever. They find nothing so they leave.
The next morning the old man gets another email from his son:
"Dear father, the land would be already turned over most likely now to grow your potatoes. Love, your son"