"Hello, is this the FBI?" "Yes, what do tu want?" "I'm calling to reportar my neighbor Billy Bob Smith! He is hidingmarijuana inside his firewood." "Thank tu very much for the call, sir." The siguiente day, the FBI agents descend on Billy Bob's house. They searchthe shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes, they bust open everypiece of wood, butfind 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!"