The REAL Powerball
So anyway, somehow we magically seemed to NOT win the Powerball. I really hadn't considered that as a possibility. I'm quite sure I could sue over it or something, but I'm all nice and stuff, so I'm willing to let it slide.
That said, we did win $67 in the Powerball. Kickass! One dollar and twenty-two cents! CASH MONEY!!! Score! Oh the things I could do with that. I was all excited. Except this morning, I come into work and what do I find? A mountain of bagels sitting on the table in the office kitchen with a sign that says "For Powerball Players."
WHAT THE FUCK!?!
Exactly why was it decided that our winnings were to be spent on nasty tasting stale bread. Aren't my feelings on bagels well known?
Dammit! What a waste.
That's why they shouldn't let you white people handle money. Might as well have bought magic beans.
Two points to whoever understands the image associated with this entry.