'MARIJUANA FILLED FIREWOOD'
>
> '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, twelve 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!'
>
> (Rednecks know how to git-R-dun).
