I sorted by the powerball column (the last one, you common degenerates!) so that you will easily be able to find the magic line that brought me great riches in large bags with “$” logos.
Don’t worry, the bread and circuses will be uninterrupted.
Tripler it is too late. Your common math theorems will serve you well in the pototo line in determining how many spuds you will fit in your sack. A prime, I am sure. Perhaps you can show off your fancy counting skills in the royal court with a funny hat and stockings? eh?
You know, last week my office went into a pool for the Mega Millions jackpot, and I bought all our tickets. I didn’t get a chance to check our numbers from the Friday Night Drawing until Monday a.m. As in, this Monday. The same day the Supreme Court decision on our case got handed down.
So there I was, on Monday, when someone (our very own moderator Manhattan, as a matter of fact) emaled me as soon as they heard, when it was just the law school case announced. I shouted, “OH MY GOD WE WON!!!”
Well, some of my coworkers thought I might be talking about the $170 million jackpot. It was a wee bit of a letdown to them to find out I was only talking about a mere supreme court case.
Mastema, Bruce, you will both be sorry when you see me on TV next week with a six-foot check.
It’s okay though. I’ll fly you both out to Rancho Triplero on first class anyways. . .
Tripler
And any other Doper who needs a vacation, too.
I wonder how many high up government officials there are in Nigeria. Probably about 10 million, all with $30’000’000 of cash to get rid of.
'Dear Sir,
I am writing to you on behalf of the Secratary of the Secratary of the State’s Second Wives Third Eldest Daughter’s Boyfriend’s Cat’s Previous Owner, the Fifth Minister for the Assistance of the Secretary of Finance…’