"How did the Yankees win the world cup?"

"How did the Yankees win the world cup?"

"I'll tell ya how. Baseball voodoo. I sat here watching their games on my old RCA set balancing my autographed glove and Yank's bat & an effifgy of their opponents pitcher

I used my powers to throw matches and made millions from betting scams. Though they tried to catch me, my powers left no trace. I was an untouchable millionaire! I spent my funds

on two lifetime supply boxes of canned corn! Why? Because I am proving to the world that I am filthy rich and can do anything I darn well please! However, something

was missing. I had all the creamed corn I could ever want but was it enough? Could someone STEAL it? I must build a secure vault surrounded by razor wire and CCTVs. But still I

remembered the taste of...something. The waiter roused me from my reveries. "Sir? Here is your coffee and smoke bomb, and the sirloin burger with library paste." Outside the diner,

protesters protested the eating of smoke bombs and library paste with the chant: "Don't eat smoke bombs and library paste!" I felt guilty and snuck out of the diner without paying.

By now the protest had become a riot & anyone suspect of eating smoke bombs was harassed by the mob. "Hey, I saw that guy eat one!" I opened my mouth to deny, & smoke billowed out.

"I am just French," I explained, waving a Galloise about between my thumb and forefinger. This bought me just enough time to grab a baguette and hightail it out of there.