The phone rings at the FBI headquarters. Hello?
Hello, is this FBI?
Yes. What do you want?
I’m calling to report my neighbor Jim. He is hiding marijuana in his firewood.
This will be noted.
Next day, the FBI comes over to Jim’s house. They search the shed where the firewood is kept, break every piece of wood, find no marijuana, swear at Jim and leave.
The phone rings at Jim’s house. Hey, Jim! 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.
