Farwood

"Hello, is this 'ere the Sheriff's office?"

"Yes. What can I do for you?"

"I'm calling to report my neighbor, Virgil Smith. He's drillin' holes in his farwood 'n' hidin' mar'juana in it!"

"Thank you very much for the call sir."

The next day the Sheriff and his deputies descend on Virgil Smith's house. They search the shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes, they split every piece of wood, but find no marijuana. They sneer at Virgil and leave.

The phone rings at Virgil's house.

"Hey, Virgil! This 'ere's Floyd. Did the Sheriff come?"

"Yeah!"

"Did they split yer farwood?"

"Yup!"

"Happy Birthday ol' buddy!!"

Who says rednecks aren't real bright?