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1032. News flash

Mrs Myrtle Capstick, a widow, has struck it lucky. She had a dream with the lottery’s winning numbers. She used those numbers and is now $1,000,000 richer.

“I knew the minute I woke up that these were my lucky numbers, so I wrote them down,” said an overwhelmed Mrs Capstick.

Dr Harry Shinburg, Professor of Mathematics at the University of Myrtlebridge, said the chances of that happening were astronomical. “It’s astronomical enough getting all six numbers in a row, but to get them in a dream is astronomically astronomical”.

Vladimir Staffordshire, secretary of the Sceptics’ Society, said that sadly there was no creature in a parallel universe waving the numbers at Mrs Capstick in a dream. “It’s a fluke,” he said. “That’s all it is. There’s nothing preternatural about it.”

Over three hundred comments have been made on the social media. Many say they’ve had a similar experience, although the prize money has been considerably smaller. Norma Booner said, “Wow! Wow! One million! In a dream! Wow!”

“I’m just over the moon,” said Mrs Capstick. “Just over the moon. I received these numbers in a dream. Call it what you will, it happened. Ironically, the first thing I want to buy with my money is a new bed and mattress. If only my husband was still alive to share the excitement! Who said dreams don’t come true? I’ve never won a penny before. To think, after forty-seven years of taking these same dreamed numbers and it’s at last paid off!”

1024. Joylene and Hermann

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Joylene prayed that somehow she would find a job or find some way to feed her three children. She even (just the once) took a dollar ticket in the lottery.

Hermann was a multi-millionaire. He prayed that he would win the 14 million lottery prize. And he did! He won! He won! He was very grateful to God. He danced up and down! Thank you! Thank you! Ask and you shall receive, he said, citing the scriptures.

In the meantime, Joylene continued to pray that somehow she would find a job or find some way to feed her three children.

902. Casual Clyde

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Clyde was a patient man. In fact, some thought he was a little too laidback. Every week he took a ticket in the lottery; always a lucky dip with numbers chosen by the machine at random; always at the same outlet.

This past week, a bossy woman had pushed passed him in the line.

“We can’t stand around all day while you make up your mind about what numbers you want, you drip” she said to Clyde. “Give me a lucky dip.” She paid and departed.

“I’ll have a lucky dip too, please,” said Clyde. And… HE WON! HE WON!! HE WON!!! The pushy woman got nothing. She would’ve had that winning ticket if she hadn’t pushed in front.

The bossy woman found where Clyde lived and hounded him. “That money should be mine, you little squirt,” said the bossy woman to Clyde. She hounded him. Hounded him.

Clyde used some of his one hundred and twenty-five million to pay a man to have the bossy woman “put down”. It took a while, and had to be well planned. But, as was said earlier, Clyde was a patient man.

894. Divorce

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Millie and Wilfred agreed on one thing: their marriage was over. It had long faded out. As yet, they hadn’t formally divorced.

Then Wilfred won 187 million dollars in the lottery. Problem: how to best claim the money without having to share any of it with his ex?

274. When your number’s up

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Conrad Athol McClintock prayed that he’d win the lottery. He clutched his ticket as he watched the lottery numbered balls tumble around and around on television.

“Dear God,” prayed Conrad, “may I win the lottery! May I win the lottery! Please, please, Lord.”

Suddenly a huge hand plunged down through the ceiling of the television studio, shattering the ceiling chipboard. There were fragments of ceiling everywhere. The hand was gigantic. It was the size of the room. A long hairy finger just fitted into the midst of the tumbling numbers. The numbers were stirred.

A thunderous voice boomed through the studio: “I am God, and tonight I pick the numbers.”

Conrad Athol McClintock was beside himself with excitement. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” he screamed. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

They were his numbers! His numbers! Thank you, God! His numbers! His numbers!

Twenty-seven million, eighty-four thousand, seven hundred and twenty-one other tickets won as well! They got eleven cents each.

The thunderous voice boomed again through the studio: “Twenty-seven million, eighty-four thousand, seven hundred and twenty-two people prayed they’d win the lottery this evening. What else could I do?”

43. I Won the Lottery!

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I won the lottery! I won the lottery! Yah! Yah! Yah!

Here I am blogging and I never checked my numbers until this morning, and then I went straight online and verified all my numbers ten times. And tomorrow I go into the lottery place and they will deposit the money in my bank account!!!!!!!!!!!! Yah! Yah!

24 million 7 hundred and 21 thousand 8 hundred and 42 dollars! And I don’t know about the cents. They can keep those. I can’t believe it. I still can’t believe it and it’s been about 8 hours. That’s $24,721,842.00

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can hardly type… Mind you I’m typing with only one hand B-cos I got a drink in the other lol.

Here I was with a useless job and now look at me. Wheeeeeee! First thing is, I’m going to get my teeth fixed. I never could afford it. And then I’m going to get a decent car. Not too flashy. Just a car that when I drive around I don’t have to worry whether or not it’s going to break down. In fact, I got one new car a few hours ago today already. And start looking at buying a house, because I never ever owned a house, only rented. And it must have a garden. And preferably an orchard. But if it doesn’t have an orchard I can plant one.

Or get the butler to plant one! LMFAO!!!!

Yah! Yah! Yah! Who ever thought it would happen to me? I’m alreadie druunk! LOL

I told my boss today, after I learnt, that he could shov the job up his fucking asshole. Go suck URself U fucking miserly little fucking short-assed megalomaniac, I said. I could barely live on my wage. Now look at me! HaHaHa! That’ll teach the dick-shrivelled mother-fucking Napoleonic son-of-a-cocksucker. And I told him I had a fling with his missus which I hadn’t but who cares? I can’t stand the retard. His wife’s a whore i wouldn’t offer her $5 of my 24,721,842 i said all that on Facebook L0L hahaha

What’s that? Last week’s numbers? What?