The phone rings at
FBI
headquarters.

“Hello? I’m calling to report my neighbor, Clifford. He is hiding

marijuana inside his firewood!”

“Thank you very much for the
call, sir.”

The next day, FBI agents descend on the neighbor’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
swear at the neighbors and
leave.

The phone rings at the
neighbors house. Hey, Clifford, did the FBI

come?”

“Yep.”

“Did they chop your firewood?”

“Yep.”

“Great, now it’s
your turn to call. I need my garden plowed.”