Hey Nick,
Good one. I have one for you; a bit off topic but who cares. :)
'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 hem 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 get 'er done).
Shalom,
Peter
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