A telephone conversation goes:
“Hello, is this the police?”
“Yes it is. How can we help you?”
“I’m calling to report about my neighbour, Wazza. He’s hiding cocaine inside his firewood!”
The police take Wazza’s details. “Thank you very much for the call.”
The next day:
Police officers descend on Wazza’s house in great numbers. They search the house and then go out to the shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes, they bust open every piece of firewood but they find no cocaine.
After they leave, the phone rings at Wazza’s house.
“Hey, Wazz. Did the cops come?”
“Yeah!”
“Did they chop up your firewood?”
“Yep.”
“Happy Birthday, maaaaaaaaaate”