02-02-2012, 10:07 AM
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Join Date: Nov 2011
Location: SF Peninsula, CA
Harry was a very good man who worked all his life. One day he decided that he should win the lottery as a reward for being such a good man, so he prayed to God to win. Every day.
This went on for a couple of weeks, then a couple of months, and then a couple of years.
One morning, Harry finally loses his patience. "God" he yells, shaking his fist in the air, "I've been a good man. Why won't you let me win the lottery?"
In despair, Harry puts on is coat and heads for work, head down, defeated. But as he goes out the door, a ray of sunshine illuminates him and as he looks up, angels are playing trumpets over his head and a booming, deep, yet comforting voice resonates through the air:
"Harry" the voice booms, "buy a goddamned ticket."