An 84-year-old Zephyrhills woman stepped forward Wednesday as the winner of the largest single jackpot in American lottery history, valued at $590.5 million.
Of course, the winner has opted to take a lump sum payment of more than $370 million, before taxes, but that’s still not chicken feed.
Shortly after claiming her prize, Gloria C. MacKenzie spontaneously combusted. Her children were quoted as saying “We feel real bad for whats-her-name. Truly.” They then purchased lavish RVs/homes and headed for Las Vegas.
Okay, I made that last part up, but I bet most of you were fooled for a moment, right?
Moving on…
1) Hired muscle. I would hire Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson to accompany me during my rounds as a bellman – it would be much more fun to continue to work and soak up the delicious experiences life a s a bellman provides rather than quit – and intimidate guests into tipping me large.
2) A new ending for The Sopranos. David Chase would draft a coherent alternate ending that would become canon and finally erase the stench of the original mind-fuck HBO fed to viewers.
3) A ghost tweeter. Kelly Oxford rose to fame via her tweeting skills. If I could afford those skills, Twitter would be my playground, bitches.
4) The spawn of Kim Kardashian And Kanye West. Don’t kid yourself; they’d sell anything for the right price. I’d set the kid up with a new home, perhaps with a family that doesn’t watch television…
5) The home addresses of every member of the Ku Klux Klan – and one million Shih Tzus, trained to kill upon my command. You do the math.
6) A time machine – set to the coordinates of Justin Bieber’s conception. You do the math… again.
7) A monkey. (Haven’t you always wanted a monkey?)
8) I would deliver Joel Schumacher to a convention hall filled with Batman purists. (Hardcore nerds will understand this one.)
9) I would purchase a private island, à la Lost, which I would fill with ungrateful celebrities, lawyers, fat cat CEOs and certain pop stars. In other words, douchebags.
10) The most powerful lawyers in the world. (Yes, I’m a walking mass of contradictions.) But I’d need lawyers to sue the pants off of every director that ever disappointed me at the box office. And I’d use my soul-crushing legal army to squash every frivolous lawsuit out here. (Again, I’m a walking mass of contradictions, okay?)







#138: Three More Years of the Kardashians?
It’s true. The worst-case scenario has come to pass…
The Kardashian clan has signed a deal to broadcast their ongoing crime spree for three more years. Yes, I said “crime spree”; if their show is not evidence of crimes against humanity, then I really don’t know what to say anymore.
On second thought, I know exactly what to say.
I don’t know a single soul who watches this garbage, but millions of people do and a large number of them are little girls.
Our little girls are being influenced on a deep level by people like this…
Yes, there are probably bigger targets out there for me to pick on, but I refuse to let this cult/family get away with their litany of crimes against television and all media in general.
And do you know what sickens me most of all? Bruce Jenner is a Kardashian, only by unholy union, but a Kardashian nonetheless. When I was a boy, Bruce Jenner was an idol to millions of aspiring athletes.
Now I cannot even stand to look at him. I refuse to believe there isn’t a single soul at an entire network who is willing to stand up and speak the truth about the Kardashians.
If they want to ruin their own lives, that’s their God-given right. But why can’t they leave the rest of us alone?
Justin Bieber is enough of a modern-day plague, isn’t he?
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