March 16, 2004

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The old saying is that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. And, for a bozo, sometimes the way to jail leads through his stomach, too. From the International File in Amsterdam, Holland comes the story of an unidentified bozo who broke into a residence late one night. He was prowling around when he came to the refrigerator where he found a fine looking fish. Too good to pass up and too good to wait until he got home. Our bozo grabbed a pan and was frying it up and enjoying a cold beer when the aroma wafted its way upstairs to where the owner of the house was sleeping. When she saw what was going on, she called the cops who arrived before our bozo could enjoy his meal.