We had a hell of a snowy and stormy night in the big city and aside from the usual cops and the homeless bottle collectors (who are, by the way, doing us a HUGE favor), nobody was walking the streets. Man B., an Aniboom judge, unwisely assumed that on such a night nobody would notice him scrambling into a sleazy strip club to warm himself up, especially downtown. Eyewitnesses say that Man B. entered, wearing a matching fur hat and coat, into the club where apparently people were expecting him. He was immediately taken to a private room in which, supposedly, three exotic flamingo dancers were waiting. After three hours Man B. emerged from the room, this time without his coat, and with quick sideway glances, escaped from the scene. "The stingy jerk wouldn't leave us a tip…then we found out he used fake bills…and after all those pickles…" reported Claire St. Clair, one of the Flamingo dancers. Man B. of course denies all allegations and claims to have been at home, drinking hot chocolate and watching his soaps. His comment: " Strippers? Me? Come on, go find more interesting stuff to write about". And that's exactly what we're going to do, Thanks for the tip, Man B.