Olympic Village: Three guys were trying to sneak into the Olympic Village to scoop souvenirs and autographs.

Olympic Village:
Three guys were trying to sneak into the Olympic Village to scoop souvenirs
and autographs. The first says, "Let's watch the registration table to see
if there's a crack in the security system that we can utilize to scam our
way in."
Immediately, a burly athlete walks up to the table and states, "Angus
MacPherson. Scotland. Shotput." He opens his gym bag to display a shotput to
the registration attendant.
The attendant says, "Very good, Mr. MacPherson. Here is your packet of
registration materials, complete with hotel keys, passes to all Olympic
events, meal tickets, and other information."
The first guy gets inspired and grabs a small tree sapling, strips off the
limbs and roots, walks up the registration table and states: "Chuck Wagon.
Canada. Javelin."
The attendant says, "Very good, Mr. Wagon. Here is your packet of
registration materials, hotel keys, passes, meal tickets, and so forth. Good
luck!"
The second guy grabs a street utility manhole cover, walks up to the
registration table and states: "Dusty Rhodes. Australia. Discus."
The attendant says, "Terrific, Mr. Rhodes. Here is your packet of
registration materials, hotel keys, a full set of passes, and meal tickets.
Enjoy yourself."
They scamper in, but suddenly realize the third guy is missing. They groan,
because he's a blonde simpleton from the hills of Vermont. They forgot to
make sure he doesn't do something stupid and blow their cover stories.
Just then he walks proudly up to the table with a roll of barbed wire under
his arm and states: "Foster Bean. Hardwick, Vermont. Fencing."