"A blonde woman named Brandi finds herself in dire trouble.
Her business has gone bust and she’s in serious financial straits.
She’s so desperate that she decides to ask God for help.
She begins to pray... “God, please help me. I’ve lost my business and if I don’t get some money, I’m going to lose my house as well. Please let me win the lotto.”
Lotto night comes and she does not win.
Brandi again prays... “God, please let me win the lotto! I’ve lost my business, my house and now I’m going to lose my car.”
Lotto night comes and Brandi still has no luck.
Once again, she prays... “Dear Lord, why have you forsaken me?? I’ve lost my business, my house, my car. My children are starving. I don’t often ask for help, and I have always been a good servant to you. PLEEEEASE just let me win the lotto this one time so I can get my life back in order.”
Suddenly, there is a blinding flash of light as the heavens open and Brandi is confronted by the voice of God himself... “Brandi, work with me on this. Buy a ticket.”"
Where's my flake?
Only a mug would be a cat on a hot tin roof at these temperatures.
The three little pigs enjoy a shower before a roll in the mud.
Midday sun? No thanks, we won't go anywhere without our factor 50 and sun umbrella.
Is this pint-sized porker about to take the plunge?
A shady spot in my very own duckchair.
