Subject: Texas Firewood

'Hello, is this the FBI?'
'Yes. What can I do for you?'
'I'm calling to report about my neighbor Virgil Smith. He is hiding
marijuana
inside his firewood!'
'Thank you very much for the call, sir.'

The next day, the FBI agents 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.

The phone rings at Virgil's house. 'Hey, Virgil!
This here is Floyd. Did the FBI come?'
'Yeah!'
'Did they chop your firewood?'
'Yep.'
'Happy Birthday, buddy!'
(Who says Rednecks aren't real bright!)

sounds like a yankee joke to me!! here in tx. we dont know what firewood is.

You would know what it was if you lived in Amarillo!!!!!!!