Lotto

An old man is waiting in a long line to buy Lotto numbers.
The old man shouts, “Lotto is nice! Lotto is sweet!”
He excitedly repeats the same thing a few times.

Curiosity gets the better of another man who is standing in the line.
He asks, “What do you mean by that, have you ever won the Lotto?”
The old man replies, “No, but I just love the game.”

Marlon Pitter
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