"Hello, is this the Sheriff's Office?"

"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 Sheriff's Deputies descend on Virgil's house. They searched 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's Floyd. Did the Sheriff come?"

"Yeah!"

"Did they chop your firewood?"

"Yep."

"Happy Birthday, buddy!"

(Who says rednecks aren't real bright!)

 

and where DID he hide the stash?

 

there is a mafia and tomato garden one like this...

 

lol! Good one

 

 

 

i kinda like this one more

A true story told by L.A.P.D.

An old mexican man lived alone in East Los Angeles. He wanted to spade his garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Jose, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.

Dear Jose:

I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my garden this year. I'm just too old to be digging up a garden. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the garden for me.

Tu Padre

A few days later, he received a letter from his son.

Dear Papa:

Por Dios, Papa, don't dig up the garden. That's where I buried all my drugs and money.

Tu hijo,
Jose

At 6 a.m. the next morning, the L.A. Sheriffs showed up and dug up the entire area without finding any drugs or money. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day, the old man received another letter from his son.

Dear Papa:

Go ahead and plant your garden now, papa. It's the best I could do under the circumstances.

Love,
Jose