The phone
rings at FBI headquarters. "Hello?"
"Hello,
is this FBI?"
"Yes.
What do you want?"
"I'm
calling to report my neighbor Tom. He is hiding marijuana in his
firewood."
"This
will be noted."
Next day,
the FBI comes over to Tom's house. They search the shed where the firewood is
kept, break every piece of wood, find no marijuana, swear at Tom and
leave.
The phone
rings at Tom's house. "Hey, Tom! Did the FBI come?" "Yeah!"
"Did they chop your firewood?" "Yeah they did." "Okay,
now it's your turn to call. I need my garden plowed."
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