Sometimes I daydream for hours about winning millions of dollars in the lottery and get so excited thinking about all the things I could do with the money. The first thing that always pops into my mind is hiring lots of poor people who really need to work and giving each of them a hot meal and a fresh lemon meringue pie before putting them on a train to Washington and when they get off, placing them on buses to take them to the Capitol where they wait patiently for all the representatives and senators to come out so they can hit each one of them in the face with the pie and then tell them how disappointed we all are.
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I've always depended upon the kindness of strangers because as long as you don't know their names or where they live, you never have to spend money on thank you notes or gifts. Not much to tell, really. When I was born, my parents placed me in a small wooden boat and pushed me out into the center of the Pulaski Skyway where I was rescued and ultimately raised by a pair of opposums. Sadly, they died when I was very young. At least I think they died. From there I joined the Merchant Marines and was the only toddler in World War II to sink a Japanese battleship while being burped. When I returned to the states, I got a job at Gimbels Department Store and have been there ever since even though they went out of business in 1986. I have always valued loyalty over money and if that's wrong, talk to my wife. You'd get along famously.


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Haha! Great post! That is a good fantasy.
Phil
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Thanks, Phil. Perhaps one day it will come true. It’s the only reason I get out of bed in the morning!