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June 19, 2005

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I bought a Powerball ticket a few weeks ago, and it wasn't until the next morning that it occurred to me that I left the ticket on the store counter, forgetting all about it after a nice conversation with the clerk.

I might be the only lottery ticket purchaser ever to hope and pray that his numbers did not indeed come up as winners.

DID YOU SAY PREGNANT?

...The Internet wants you knocked up.

USE THE PUPPY VOICE
USE THE PUPPY VOICE

So many of my life's dreams and aspirations involve me hitting the Powerball, and yet I've never played it. What does that say about me?

I always get stuck behind these little old lottery playing ladies at the gas station on Sundays. They are obviously fresh from church and are the sort that you would imagine were against the lottery, yet they hold up the line so the cashier can verify any scratch off winnings on the spot. I assume they are Methodists, as Baptists are much more discreet and use their "sinning time" more efficiently.

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