I don't believe in God, I'm not religious, I won't have my son baptized, but I let the gas station attendant put his hands over my lottery tickets to bless my numbers.
I think he's lucky. My sister and I both matched the power ball number after purchasing our tickets from him. So, I figure, let him pray, touch or even spit on them. Whatever he's got to do to help me win. Of course, I haven't won--except for the one time I matched the power ball and won three dollars.
I've done everything. I've used lucky numbers, unlucky numbers (the month my brother was born and the day the basement flooded), and the numbers from my fortune cookie.
My sister read somewhere that one of the top five things you shouldn't do when you are poor is buy lottery tickets. But, in my defense, I budget how much I can spend per year on tickets. Besides, if you never play, you'll never win.
I may be an atheist, but if any divine god, spirit, tree or whatever would like to help out, I'd appreciate it. So never mind the bread; God, give me my daily numbers.
Amen
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Have you tried choosing your numbers from the most commonly picked list?
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