>"Hello? Is this the FBI?"
>
>"Yes. What can I do for you?"
>
>"I'm calling to report on my neighbor Virgil Smith.
He's hiding
marijuana
>inside his firewood!"
>
>"Thank you very much for the call, sir."
>
>The next day, the FBI agents descended on Virgil's
house. They search
the
>shed where the firewood was kept. Using axes, they
bust open every
piece of
>wood, but found no marijuana. They sneered at Virgil
as they left.
>
>A few minutes later, Virgil's phone rang. "Hey,
Virgil. This here is
Floyd.
>
>Did the FBI come?"
>
>"Yeah!"
>
>"Did they chop your firewood?"
>
>"Sure did."
>
>"Happy Birthday, buddy!"
>
>Who Says Rednecks Aren't Smart?
>
>"Yes. What can I do for you?"
>
>"I'm calling to report on my neighbor Virgil Smith.
He's hiding
marijuana
>inside his firewood!"
>
>"Thank you very much for the call, sir."
>
>The next day, the FBI agents descended on Virgil's
house. They search
the
>shed where the firewood was kept. Using axes, they
bust open every
piece of
>wood, but found no marijuana. They sneered at Virgil
as they left.
>
>A few minutes later, Virgil's phone rang. "Hey,
Virgil. This here is
Floyd.
>
>Did the FBI come?"
>
>"Yeah!"
>
>"Did they chop your firewood?"
>
>"Sure did."
>
>"Happy Birthday, buddy!"
>
>Who Says Rednecks Aren't Smart?