"Yes. What do you want?"

"I'm calling to report about my neighbor, Bob Jenkins - he's hidin' marijuana inside his firewood."

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

The next day, the FBI agents descend on Bob's house. They search the shed where the firewood is kept, and bust open every piece of wood, but find no marijuana.

That night, the phone rings at Bob's house.

"Hey, Bob! Did the FBI come?"

"Yeah!"

"Did they chop your firewood?"

"Yep."

"Happy Birthday Buddy!"