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Billy Joe rang the F.B.I. anonymously.
'I want to tell you about one of my neighbours, Hiram. I'm sure he's got a stash of marrywanna hidden in his woodpile, and I don't think it's right.'
During the night, the F.B.I. raid Hiram's house, search all over, then 6 of them grab axes and attack his woodpile. The whole neighbourhood listens to the sound of chopping wood. The pile is totally demolished.
Next morning, Hiram's phone rings. 'Hi, Hiram, it's Billy Joe, did the F.B.I. come calling?'
'Yeah,' says Hiram, 'they sure did!'
'Did they chop up your woodpile?' says Billy Joe.
'Yeah, they did,' says Hiram, 'How did you know?'
'It doesn'y matter,' says Billy Joe, 'Happy Birthday, Hiram.'
:roll: :roll:
Derrick.
'I want to tell you about one of my neighbours, Hiram. I'm sure he's got a stash of marrywanna hidden in his woodpile, and I don't think it's right.'
During the night, the F.B.I. raid Hiram's house, search all over, then 6 of them grab axes and attack his woodpile. The whole neighbourhood listens to the sound of chopping wood. The pile is totally demolished.
Next morning, Hiram's phone rings. 'Hi, Hiram, it's Billy Joe, did the F.B.I. come calling?'
'Yeah,' says Hiram, 'they sure did!'
'Did they chop up your woodpile?' says Billy Joe.
'Yeah, they did,' says Hiram, 'How did you know?'
'It doesn'y matter,' says Billy Joe, 'Happy Birthday, Hiram.'
:roll: :roll:
Derrick.