Life is a bitch, especially when it takes advantage of your cynicism to prove that you are not the creator of your destiny and that it will take a dump at your expense leaving you to poop scoop its inevitability.
Cynical Sam, with the intent to make a mockery of the lotto, and destiny at that, spent a pound in Prudence’s name to buy the last ticket at Moe’s Malt. Prudence won the lottery. Prudence didn’t win much – just a couple thousand bucks. Prudence was Sam’s Dog.
Poop Scoop.
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