> Hello,
> is this the Sheriff's Office?"
> "Yes.
> What can I do for you?"
> "I'm calling to report 'bout my neighbor Virgil Smith....He's hidin'
> marijuana inside his firewood! Don't quite know how he gets it inside them
> logs, but he's hidin' it there."
> "Thank you very much for the call, sir."
> The next day, the Sheriff's Deputies descend on Virgil'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 sneer at Virgil and leave.
> Shortly, the phone rings at Virgil's house.
> "Hey, Virgil! This here's Floyd....Did the Sheriff come?"
> "Yeah!"
> "Did they chop your firewood?"
> "Yep!"
> "Happy Birthday, buddy!"
> (Rednecks know how to git-R-dun)

Got R Did ha ha