There was an old man in Ireland one time who only had one son and he was in jail at Long Kesh Prison.
The poor man was on his own and there wasn't anyone in the parish to give him a hand to sow his spuds in the garden.
He wrote a letter to his son and told him his sad tale.
Without any delay, the boy wrote back, "IN THE NAME O' GOD ! Don't put a spade in the ground of that garden... That's where I hid the GUNS !!"
At 4 a.m. what happened but didn't a great crowd of British soldiers arrive and they dug the whole place over from side to side without finding anything.
The old man was amazed and he wrote again to his son telling him what had happened and that he couldn't understand it at all.
The son wrote back,"Don't do anything, father, just plant your spuds !"
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