The FBI

The phone rings at FBI headquarters. “Hello? I am calling to report my neighbor. 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 neighbor’s house.
Hey, Adrian, did the FBI come?
Yep
Did they chop your firewood?
Yep
Great, now it’s your turn to call. I need my garden plowed.

Neville Fernandes