As morning breaks and Mr. Luckyhorse arises for a big day of
posting ads to lottery discussions via his aol, he eagerly
pulls himself up to the breakfast table where he is greeted by
his wife, Mrs. Luckyhorse.
What's for breakfast Hon? Mr. Luckyhorse inquires.
UMPH HRTH GRATOFAT KRATHLIF Mrs. Luckyhorse replies.
Jeeze, will you put your teeth in your freakin mouth before
speaking. You're spittin all over me. You know if I wasn't
such a nice guy I'd have to bit ch slap ya.
Oh...Oh.., Ok, Sorry Dear, Is this better? Mrs. Luckyhorse
replies after installing her dentures.
I have a surprise for you......I made you your favorite.....a
9 Lives casserole.......
What, 9 Lives Again? Can't we even afford chop meat?
We used to eat a lot better, till that little wimp Lotto Dog
told everyone you stole the LuckyHorse System and lied about
working so hard on it.
I was only trying to make a quick buck, It's the American Way,
you know. Yea, those guys really did me in and exposed me to
the whole word as a Lying Thief. But I'll get even, Yes,
somehow, I'll get even.......
Mr. Luckyhorse, thinking to himself, Wait a minute, I can't
appear weak. I have to rebuild my confidence. I have to keep
saying to myself, They don't stand a chance against me. They
don't know who they are dealing with. Because....I'm the
world Renowned, MR. LUCKYHORSE.
Well, I'll SHOW them. They think they're smart with there
computers and calculators and electric contraptions and they
even know the X's table all the way to 10. I'll give them a
dose of their own medicine.
Now excited, Mr. Luckyhorse turns to his wife and demands,
Take your cottage cheese butt into the Luckyhorse office and
get me my Secret Luckyhorse Strategy Tool Kit.
As Mrs. Luckyhorse dutifully rushes to the Bathroom to get his
coke bottle glasses, theme pad, box of crayons and a #2 pencil
with no eraser, Mrs. Luckyhorse exclaims, I got another foul
whiff of something in the wind. Did anybody hear anything?
Oh Oh, Mr. Luckyhorse acknowledges. Guess I shoulda pushed
myself to the drug store for a fresh box of Depends before
breakfast, Sorry Hon. But since YOUR laundry hamper smells
like the dumpster behind the Red Lobster on a hot sunny August
afternoon, I'm sure you'll get over it.
I'm having a brain storm, I can't stop.
I must proceed.
An I know just what to post on Maybell's to fool those
creatures, I'll get the winning numbers from the Ca. 6/49 and
hide five of them in my picks, those bozos will never figure
out the time zone difference. Now they'll stop calling me a
lying con artist scammer, I'll be a proven winner instead.
Hand me that aol keyboard. I'll show them. I'll show them
all and get rich.....and as Mr. Luckyhorse slowly types with
one finger.....
LUCKYHORSE SYSTEM SHAGS A 5 NUMBER HIT IN CANADA......
