<Hello, is this the FBI?"
   >"Yes. What do you want?"
   >"I'm calling to report about my neighbor Billy Bob Smith! He is hiding
   >marijuana inside his firewood."
   >"Thank you very much for the call, sir."
   >
   >The next day, the FBI agents descend on Billy Bob'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 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."
   >"Merry Christmas Buddy!"