A TIN OF FAT
8th November 2004, 03:22 PM
>Hello, is this the FBI?"
>
>"Yes. What do you want?"
>
>"I'm calling to report about my neighbor Billy Bob Smith! He is hiding
>marijuana inside his firewood"
>
>"Thank you very much for the call, sir."
>
>The next day, the FBI agents descend on Billy Bob'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 swore at Billy Bob and left..
>
>The phone rings at Billy Bob's house.
>
>"Hey, Billy Bob! Did the FBI come?"
>
>"Yeah!"
>
>"Did they chop your firewood?"
>
>"Yep."
>
>"Happy Birthday, Buddy"
>
>"Yes. What do you want?"
>
>"I'm calling to report about my neighbor Billy Bob Smith! He is hiding
>marijuana inside his firewood"
>
>"Thank you very much for the call, sir."
>
>The next day, the FBI agents descend on Billy Bob'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 swore at Billy Bob and left..
>
>The phone rings at Billy Bob's house.
>
>"Hey, Billy Bob! Did the FBI come?"
>
>"Yeah!"
>
>"Did they chop your firewood?"
>
>"Yep."
>
>"Happy Birthday, Buddy"