Friday, February 5, 2010

The Lottery Dream

Is there anything more disgusting than working everyday of your life? I say No. Others say genocide and rape and things of that nature. I guess we'll have to agree to disagree.

While I'm at work I tend to daydream about winning the lottery a lot. It's quite dangerous, but I take it one step further. I think about amazingly irresponsible ways to blow lots of money. Here are just a few...

-Pay Boyz2Men to follow me around and sing my every move to the tune of their smash hits.

-Buy a monkey, teach him the ropes.

-Jet-ski across the Pacific in a $10,000 suit and a pair of really nice dress shoes

-Outbid someone at an auction for something they really, really wanted. Then smash it right in front of them.

-Buy African children from child slave markets and sell them back to celebrities at jacked up prices.

-Pay the Russians to take me to Space. Then drop acid when I get there.

-Buy Leafs tickets. (in Toronto, not Buffalo)

-Hire assistants to watch me smoke weed and masturbate.

-Buy some friends.

-Hire assassin to kill friends.

-Only eat veal, and only drink really expensive wine. All day every day.

-Court Octomom and raise her 14 kids as my own.

-Buy hundreds of those $3,000 kittens, you know the fluffy white ones, and use them as toilet paper.