April 2012
March 2012
The Lottery.
Sweet God Almighty.
We seek out a convenience store to hand over a portion of our hard-earned money for slips of paper denoting the 1-in-a-176,000,000-shot at never having to work a job ever again, buying everyone in our families mansions, donating a buttload to charity and living out the rest of our numbered days on this earth in a fantasy existence of gluttonous ease and prosperity.
Good luck tonight to us all.
