When I win the lottery,
I will become a recluse, and collect plaster castings of celebrity Jarts accidents. Possibly I will have them gilded.

Opulence. I haz it.
I will become a recluse, and collect plaster castings of celebrity Jarts accidents. Possibly I will have them gilded.

Opulence. I haz it.
When I will the lottery, I am going to devote my time and wealth to invent a time machine, so I can go back and tell myself what the winning numbers are going to be.
Otherwise, I just don’t see that happening.
I keep trying to get our Safety Monitor to sign off on a Lawn Darts game played across the front end registers, and I keep being shot down.
This is why women shouldn’t be Safety Monitors.