The Great Finger Faker Taker Caper!
Submitted by Laurie W on 4/1/2010 8:48 AM
It was a dark and stormy night. The rain came down in sheets, the wind blowing like a trumpet player down at Lou's. I was just sitting back in my desk chair to enjoy a well-earned Butterfinger break, when she walked in, dressed to kill. Or steal, at least. She spun me a sob story so heart-wrenching, about her missing Butterfinger bar, that even a hard-boiled private detective like me couldn't help but be touched. It wasn't until I'd gotten back from escorting her to the elevator that I realized she'd taken my heart. And my Butterfinger!