Fake Lottery Ticket And My True Love
At the company party, everyone got a gag lottery ticket "winning" 100 million. The one I brought home made my wife think it was real. Just as I was about to tell her it was fake, my mother-in-law burst in, "Divorce him! I always said this loser wasn't good enough for you!"
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