'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 hiding marijuana inside his firewood!

Don't quite know how he gets it inside them
logs, but he's hiding 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?'


'Happy Birthday, buddy!'