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Thought it would be great to be filthy rich On second thought I still think so, got the itch Not asking for much No fortune or such But a million would make me a happy S.O.B. (wink)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Williams Avatar
April 9, 2018 at 6:54 AM
A man prays before a statue of a saint in church everyday for months. 'Dear Saint - please, please, please give me the grace to win the lottery' Finally, the statue came to life - looks down on the begging man in weary disgust and says 'My son - Please - Please - Please, buy a damn ticket :)...Maria xox
Ellison Avatar
April 9, 2018 at 8:40 AM
You mean an immense fortune is not just going to drop in my lap??? Bummer! Just knowing you though is like winning the lottery... holy crap... must remember that one!!! Love, Happy Jack XOXOX
Cunningham Avatar
April 9, 2018 at 6:24 AM
Don't forget to buy your lotto ticket. Good luck.
Ellison Avatar
April 9, 2018 at 6:32 AM
But SOB doesn't rhyme (wink)!!!
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