"What! No more doughnuts? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"What! No more doughnuts? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

screamed the fat man as he charged through the police barricading the Krispy Kreme, the police helpless to oppose his onslaught. He made his way to the front glass and smashed it,

only to find another glass right behind it. His hands were all cut-up already so he just pressed his face against the second front glass and smeared

unmentionable mucous upon it! Gross! And that night clean glass ruined! With germs! I wondered what object to hose down the disgusting hobo with. I picked up the nearest

bedazzler and went to work. "Operation: Hobo-Fabulous" was the city's latest attempt to lift a veil over poverty. "I'm so hungry," said the suddenly less disgusting hobo. I turned

& put you in clean clothes. At least 'til the Olympics are over. Phew.In you go." Reporter Jim Wicks shuffled into Operation Hobo Fabulous in his hobo outfit. He smelled a skandal

And he was going to be the first to report the whole story, even if he had to do it before he could change out of the hobo-suit. The Olympics were the hot topic and his job was to

infiltrate the Chinese curling team's quarters. He suspected the Chinese team was genetically modified. Turning up the collar of his hobo disguise, he slipped past security just as

he got hit with a spinner and slid head-first into eight-end led on by the push brooms. His cover blown, he knew he would succumb to the corruption of curling communists.