The F.B.I.
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The phone rings at
FBI headquarters.
"Hello?"
"My name is Sven and I' m calling to report my neighbor Ole
Olson. He is hiding marijuana inside his firewood." "Thank
you very much for the call sir, we'll look into it."
The next day FBI agents descend on Ole'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 apologize to Olson and leave.
Later that evening, the phone rings at Ole 's house.
"Hey, Ole, dis is Sven, did the FBI come?"
"Ya!"
"Did they chop your firewood?"
"Ya sure."
"Good, now it's your turn to call. I need my garden
plowed." |
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