An old man lived alone in Cape Town. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Clemence, who used to help him, was in Polsmoor Prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.

“Dear Clemence, I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my potato garden this year. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me. Love, Papa”

A few days later he received a letter from his son. “Dear Papa, For heaven’s sake, Papa, don’t dig up that garden, that’s where I Buried the BODIES. Love, Clemence.”

At 4 A.M. the next morning, the Scorpion Unit, NIA agents and local police showed up and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies.

They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son.

“Dear Papa, Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. That’s the best I could do under the circumstances. Love Clemence.”

An airline introduced a special package for business men. Buy your ticket; get your wife’s ticket free.

After great success, the company sent letters to all the wives asking how the trip was.

All of them gave the same reply… “What trip?”

Doctor asks pregnant prostitute … “do you know who the father is?”

“For heaven sakes, if you ate a tin of beans would you know which one made you fart?”

A little boy goes to his dad and asks, ‘What is politics?’

Dad says, ‘Well son, let me try to explain it this way:

I am the head of the family, so call me the Prime Minister.

Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her the Government.

We are here to take care of your needs, so we will call you the People. The nanny, we will consider her the Working Class.

And your baby brother, we will call him the Future.

Now think about that and see if it makes sense.’

So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what dad has said.

Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him.

He finds that the baby has severely soiled his nappy.

So the little boy goes to his parent’s room and finds his mother asleep.

Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny’s room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny …

He gives up and goes back to bed.

The next morning, the little boy say’s to his father, ‘Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now.’

The father says, ‘Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about.’

The little boy replies, ‘The Prime Minister is screwing the Working Class while the Government is sound asleep. The People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit.’