June 6, 2002

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Thanks to Bozo News Hawk Harry Childs for sending in today’s report. From the International File in Mexico City, Mexico comes the story of a bozo who learned the hard way that his mother was right about being a glutton. One morning at 8 o’clock he entered a pastry shop, flashed a knife and told the person behind the counter to give him a slice of chocolate cake. It must have been darn fine cake, too, since our bozo returned the following morning at 8 and pulled the same stunt, and again the next morning at 8 and the next morning at 8. By the fifth day, the clerk had noticed a pattern developing and called the cops around 7:30. They were there waiting to take him into custody when he showed up at 8 o’clock.