“Hello, is this here the Sheriff’s Office?”
“Yes. What can I do for you?”
“I’m callin’ to report ’bout my neighbour Virgil Smith….He’s hidin’ marijuana inside his firewood!
Don’t quite know how he gits 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 break open every piece of wood, but find no marijuana. They sneer at Virgil and leave.
Shortly, the phone rings at Virgil’s house.
“Hey, Virg’! This here’s Floyd….Did the Sheriff’s boys come to yer house?”
“Yeah!”
“Did they chop yer firewood?”
“Yep!”
”
Happy Birthday, buddy!”
“Yes. What can I do for you?”
“I’m callin’ to report ’bout my neighbour Virgil Smith….He’s hidin’ marijuana inside his firewood!
Don’t quite know how he gits 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 break open every piece of wood, but find no marijuana. They sneer at Virgil and leave.
Shortly, the phone rings at Virgil’s house.
“Hey, Virg’! This here’s Floyd….Did the Sheriff’s boys come to yer house?”
“Yeah!”
“Did they chop yer firewood?”
“Yep!”
”
Happy Birthday, buddy!”
