The phone rang at FBI headquarters. "Hello?"
"Hello, is this the FBI?"
"Yes. What do you want?"
"I'm calling to report my neighbor Thibodeaux! He's hiding marijuana in his firewood."
"This will be noted."
Next day, the FBI goons came over to Thibodeaux's house. They searched the shed where the firewood was kept, broke every piece of wood, found no marijuana, swore at Thibodeaux and left.
The phone rang at Thibodeaux's house. "Hey, Thibodeaux! Did the FBI come?"
"Did they chop your firewood?"
"Yeah dey did."
"Okay, now it's your turn to call. I need my garden plowed."via eMail, Tue, 22 Feb 2000 17:17:56 -0600