> Somewhere in Georgia…
> “Hello? Is this the FBI?”
> “Yes. What can I do for you?”
> “I’m calling to report on my neighbor Virgil Smith.
> He’s hiding marijuana inside his firewood!”
> “Thank you very much for the call, sir.”
> The next day, the FBI agents descended on Virgil’s house.
> They search the shed where the firewood was kept. Using axes they bust
> open every piece of wood, but found no marijuana.
> They sneered at Virgil as they left.
> A few minutes later, Virgil’s phone rang. “Hey, Virgil. This
> here is Floyd. Did the FBI come?”
> “Yeah!”
> “Did they chop your firewood?”
> “Sure did.”
> “Happy Birthday, buddy!”