Who Says Rednecks Aren’t Real Bright?
OK, so this isn’t really “fan” material, but it’s worth a post anyway.
Enjoy.
Deep in the heart of Texas a telephone call comes through to the Sheriff’s office…
- “Hello, is this here the Sheriff’s Office?”- “Yes. What can I do for you?”
- “I’m calling to report my neighbor, Virgil Smith. He’s a drillin’ holes in his farwood and hidin’ marijuana inside!”
- “Thank you very much for the call, sir.”
The next day, the Sheriff and his deputies descend on Virgil’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.
Soon after, the phone rings at Virgil’s house.
- “Hey, Virgil! This here is Floyd. Did the Sheriff come?”- “Yeah!”
- “Did they split yer farwood?”
- “Yep!”
- “Happy Birthday, buddy!”
Who says rednecks aren’t real bright?
