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)


'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)