Hello, is this the Sheriff's Office?"
"Yes. What can I do for you?"
"I'm calling to report 'bout my neighbor
Virgil Smith.... He's hidin' marijuana inside
his firewood! Don't quite know how he gets it
inside them logs, but he's hidin' it there."
"Thank you very much for the call, sir."
The next day, the Sheriff's Deputies
descend on Virgil's house. They search the
shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes,
they bust open every piece of wood, but find
no marijuana. They sneer at Virgil and leave.
Shortly, the phone rings at Virgil's house.
"Hey, Virgil! This here's Floyd.... did the
"Did they chop your firewood?"
"Happy Birthday, buddy!"