That firewood stinks
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
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, the 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!"
"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, the 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!"