Adam@Home by Rob Harrell for April 20, 2002
Transcript:
Adam: What's the lottery up to? Clerk: Eight million dollars. Adam: So my chances are...? Clerk: Slightly better that surviving a night on Mars with no food, water or oxygen. Adam: Oow, lemme buy ten dollars' worth of tickets, then! Clerk: It's true what they say--- the lottery is a tax against people who are bad at math. Adam: Whistle.