THE FBI

Aug 2, 2007
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THE FBI

The phone rings at FBI headquarters.
"Hello?"
"Hello, I am Willaiam Roberts. Is this the FBI?"
"Yes, What do you want?"
"I'm calling to report y neighbour Jones! He is hiding marijuana in his firewood."
"This will be noted."
Next day, the FBI goons come over to Jones' house. They search the shed where the firewood
is kept, break every piece of wood, find no marijuana, swear at Roberts and leave. The phone
rings at Roberts' house.
"Yeah!"
"Did they cop your firewood?"
"Man! yeah they did."
"Okay, now it's your turn to call. I need my garden plowed."
 
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