Or as my friend John wrote as satire a few months back:
By this point, the coffee was working on me, and the other Koffi was following close on my heels. I went to the men's room, and opened the door to one of the stalls. These stalls, incidentally, are not like regular bathroom stalls: they are more like closets with a toilet. My eyes grew wide.
"I can't believe it!" I said. "It's the several billion dollars unaccounted for from the United Nations Food for Oil program!"
"But I thought that was in Switzer -- I mean, are you sure?" Anan asked me, surprised