Bar still missing, suspect fingered
Submitted by Jack G on 4/1/2010 7:16 AM
The Butterfinger bar was to be my prize. Mine and mine alone, after a long jog. As I ran that evening, crime seemed to be in the air. People everywhere acted a little shady, as if waiting for me to move on before returning to their illicit activities. I knew something was afoot, and it wasn't just my feet. I hurried home only to find my suspicions confirmed -- my Butterfinger bar was gone! Nabbed! Purloined! Only an empty wrapper left behind by the perp. My keen schnozz followed the scented trail to... my wife! With fingers still chocolate-stained, she pled her innocence. Dames...