Every year at the state fair Paul entered the lottery for the brand-new truck
and lost. This year, he told his friend David, he wasn't going to bother and
enter.
"What kind of attitude is that?" David asked. He leaned closer and whispered,
"What you need, pal, is faith. Look around and see if the good Lord sends you a
message."
Strolling around the fair, Paul grew more and more despondent as the drawing
neared. Nothing struck him, no divine inspiration, no sign from God. Finally,
while he was passing old Mrs. Kelleher's pie stand, he glanced over and saw the
woman bending down. She wasn't wearing any panties, and suddenly her ass began
to glow. All of a sudden, a finger of flame came from the skies and without her
even knowing it, used her ass as a notepad. The fiery finger etched a seven on
each cheek. Thanking God, Paul rushed to the raffle booth and played the
number 77. A few minutes later, the drawing was held. And once again, Paul lost.
The winning number was 707....
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