“Hello, is this the Sheriff’s Office?”
“Yes. What can I do for you?”
“I’m calling to report ’bout my neighbor Bubba 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 Bubba’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 Bubba and leave.
Shortly, the phone rings at Bubba’s house.
“Hey, Bubba! This here’s Jethro... did the Sheriff come?”
“Did they chop your firewood?”
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