Firewood

Floyd picked up the phone and called the Sheriff's Office.

"Hello," he said. "Is this here the Sheriff's Office?"

"Yes it is," the voice came back. "What can I do for you?"

Floyd replied, "I'm callin' to report my neighbor, Virgil Smith. He's
drillin' holes in his firewood and hidin' marijuana inside!"

"Thank you very much for the call, sir," the voice replied.

Within the hour, the Sheriff and his deputies descend on Virgil's
house. They search the shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes,
they split every piece of wood, but find no marijuana. They sneer at
Virgil and leave.

The phone rings at Virgil's house. "Hey, Virgil, This here's Floyd.
Did the Sheriff come?"

"Yeah!" Virgil answers.

"Did they split yer firewood?" Floyd asks.

"Yep!" Virgil answers.

Floyd says, "Happy Birthday, Buddy!"