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Thanks kracka ,just wondering .

Kenc....this rant/frightening glimpse into my thought process was based off of one incident but inspired by many...I guess I was just taking some creative licensing liberties with "mullet guy".....def no one in particular though

You never know mullet guy could be loaded and have the money to play the lottery as much as he'd like. Lol, everyone hates waiting in line while the person in front of you takes for ever, but its not important to anyone else if you're running late, its true. By the way Murphys needs to expand the building, you get packed in that place like sardines.

kracka, you talking about everyone who buys a lottery ticket, a guy you know, or what ?

i saw a sign the other day saying that if you have a problem gambling you should call the NC gambling Helpline. I looked it up and it's a service provided by the NC Department of Health and Human services. Now your tax money and mine is helping counsel ole Mullet Head. Wonder how many counselors and shrinks are on the government payroll for that?

Exemplary description, I have been in those shoes. The waiting shoes not the scratch off shoes, just to clarify.

Dang good post

My internet needs to come back on....this is what becomes of me being bored

Murphy's law # 873,342: How big of a hurry you're in is directly proportional to the number of lottery tickets the **** in front of you plans to buy.

I wanna tell him...."Yeah you ain't gonna win....but thanks for supporting education anyway.....your kids probably need it....and I'm sure your wife will appreciate the milder beating she'll receive tonight due to that extra $5 worth of beer you won't be drinking because you blew it on a lottery ticket. Who knows guy, maybe drinking an 18-pk tonight, instead of the usual case, might be the difference between her getting a simple busted lip, or another trip to the emergency room where she once again has to explain why she can't seem to walk up or down those **** steps without falling into that ever-swinging door.....so thanks lottery ticket guy....you just never know how that one little ripple in the pond might change the whole world"...and that's the butterfly effect in practice people.
But who knows....maybe lottery-ticket guy figured out the meaning of life today.....perhaps it came to him in a flash, while he was staring down at the pile of lottery-ticket scratch-off dander amassing on the counter because he can't wait till he gets home, or at least move to the back of the line, to scratch-off yet another loser from that roll of poverty-inducing false hopes.....or maybe lottery-ticket guy will see the white light in the bottom of one of the 18 cans of wife-beating juice he'll drink tonight.....or best yet, maybe he will see the Virgin Mary herself, in a Rorschach image created on the wall of his kitchen by the blood-spatter of his wife's busted lip......i can't be for sure....but all i know is perhaps I did a good deed today by waiting patiently for this jerk to strike it rich before getting out of line and finally letting me pay for my gas.....it's that whole butterfly effect thingy again. So you go lottery-ticket guy, you buy that ticket, and your 18 pk of emergency room bills.....and don't forget that carton of Marlboro's....remember, the kids are on the free-lunch program at school....you can afford the premium smokes!! Just don't forget to put out that cig before you pass out in the recliner.....it would be a shame to let that 3-inch long ash dangling from your lip to start a mullet grease fire......that "party in the back" looks like it's been on a week-long meth binge. So good luck lottery-ticket guy....God-speed, and i hear the "Wild Cherry" tickets are hot today.