i want to work in a meat plant...

it's not a very original wish and i'm sure it has come across the mind of pretty much everyone once in a while, but to read about eight meat processors in nebraska winning over 15,000,000 each on the powerball lottery gets the old grey matter working and perhaps tinges it a shade of green.

i mean, i know i should be happy for these people but, and you can call me bitter, i can't help but feel a tad resentful. ever since i was young i have memorised a pretty extensive list of "lottery intentions". things i will do and buy once i acquire the required 10 or so million. from the yacht to the 'every country in the world' tour to the carefully allocated money to friends and family.

i can't help but think that the cow killers from nebraska will settle for a new dodge hemi, multi pack of skoal and weekend in vegas with the whole family (the whole trailer park)...and to confound the situation there are three of the eight STILL working their night shifts at the slaughter house! are you fucking crazy??? don't give me any crap about "sure, what else would i do?" or "i can't just let them down at work." don't worry buddy, they can train a blind, one-legged chimp to slice the ass off dead pigs in about 2 hours...go give a million to cancer research ( but not that armstrong fools charity) and stop acting like a retard.

one dude is a 56 yr old blow in from vietnam...this guy leaves a no doubt poor vietnam and moves 16 years ago to a no doubt poor nebraska where he spends the next 15 years lopping heads off little calves...are you telling me that such a guy will be able to fathom anything over 5,000 bucks? i don't think DB9 is even in his vernacular!!

right, that's it. i'm headin out to buy a bunch of mega million tickets. you'll all get 10,000 each i promise. just leave the contact info and the dosh will be yours...and you can all party on my yacht too...but no driving the DB9...