THE phone rings at FBI headquarters.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this the FBI?"
"Yes. What do you want?"
"Im calling to report my neighbour Adrian Thibodeaux. He is hiding marijuana inside his firewood."
"Thank you very much for the call, sir."
The next day, the FBI agents descend on Thibodeauxs house. They search the shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes, they bust open every piece of wood, but find no marijuana. They swear at Thibodeaux and leave.
The phone rings at Thibodeauxs house.
"Hey, Adrian, did the FBI come?"
"Yeah."
"Did they chop your firewood?"
"Yep"
"Great, now its your turn to call. I need my lawn mowed."
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"Hello?"
"Hello, is this the FBI?"
"Yes. What do you want?"
"Im calling to report my neighbour Adrian Thibodeaux. He is hiding marijuana inside his firewood."
"Thank you very much for the call, sir."
The next day, the FBI agents descend on Thibodeauxs house. They search the shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes, they bust open every piece of wood, but find no marijuana. They swear at Thibodeaux and leave.
The phone rings at Thibodeauxs house.
"Hey, Adrian, did the FBI come?"
"Yeah."
"Did they chop your firewood?"
"Yep"
"Great, now its your turn to call. I need my lawn mowed."
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