|Posted: June 6, 2007, 10:25 pm - IP Logged|
Me and Sam, keep an eye out for each other. Every time I get a chance, I'll chase him around the hen house, just to fluff his feathers a bit. Its all fair, cause he's manage to sneak up a couple times and scare the crap out of me.
Now Sam, doesn't know a thing about the lottery, I've tried to explain it but he just doesn't have much interest in it. Now the thing he does like is corn. I expect he knows more about corn, than most would give him credit. Me being a little smarter than Sam, thought I'd let him help me pick some number for p/3.
What I do is lay out a pattern of corn, just ten kernals of the finest corn, west of the Mississippi. Sam, looks it over real careful, and looks at me, like he's studying.
I'll yell, "hot number!!!" over and over.
Sam, makes a rush for those golden kernals of corn. I never know what order he's going to pick. The first three kernals he eats are my p/3 number I play. He has picked winning numbers.
I am not going to tell you how often he hits, cause I don't want to encourage any one becoming a chicken thief. In this part of the country we shoot chicken thieves.
I've told same if he picks Power Ball numbers for me and wins, that I'll build him, the biggest and best hen house in North America. I am afraid he doesn't care much about that, can't blame him.