“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 sheriff come?”
“Yeah!”
“Did they chop your firewood?”
“Yep!”
“Happy birthday, buddy!”
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