This is a true story. A guy in the States wins the lottery and bags himself $17 million. A little while later, he is befriended by a blonde bombshell who manages to swindle him out of $3.5 million within 4 months. A little while after that, he disappears and nobody hears from him until he starts “texting” them that he wants to be on his own. It later turns out that the blonde has been texting his family, pretending to be him. The police only charge her as accessory to a crime. Duh. It was only after the winner’s body was found under a slab of concrete in the blonde’s home, was she charged with first degree murder. Double duh. Moral of this story: If you happen to win the lottery, don’t trust a mystery blonde who turns up at your doorstep (especially if you’re a 47 year old bachelor), promising to “help you out” with your winnings.
So, anyway, there was this guy called John who needed cash fast. His house was being repossessed, his business was crashing and he was out on his last dollar. He prays to the Lord for help and begs: “Please, please God, let me win the lottery.”
Lottery night comes and lottery night goes. John doesn’t win. The next week, John prays harder on his knees: “Please God, let me PLEASE win the lottery. I’m desperate.” Next lottery night – nada. John is desperate and cries to the Lord, “Please God. PLEASE. I am about to lose everything I have. My wife is threatening to walk out. The bank is coming over tomorrow and I have to leave our home. Let me win the lottery. PLEASE.” That night, the Lord comes to John in his dream and says: “John, meet me halfway on this. Buy a damn lottery ticket!”
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