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The Billion Dollar Lottery
“What about the IRS?”
“You’ve got to get an accountant.”
“A lawyer and an accountant,” he complained some more.
“And a financial adviser and a banker,” Joey said. “Let’s face
it, you’re one of the richest men in the world. You can afford to
buy this house…and a lot of others.” He laughed.
“I only need one house,” Larry said.
“What about winters?” Joey countered. “You don’t want to
be here in the winter if you don’t have to, do you? You can buy
anything you want, do anything you want. You can even hire
somebody to wipe your ass if you want to.”
The thought left Larry repulsed. “That’s just what I want to
do with my billion dollars Joey, hire somebody to wipe my ass.
That’s great. That’s really great.”
Joey was enjoying his little joke. “It’s just a euphemism,” he
said. “The point is, you can do anything and everything you
might ever want to do. And you can take your kids and all your
friends along with you.” He laughed nervously.
“What if they don’t want to come?”
“Who?”
“The kids?”
“Oh them. You give them fifty mil each and you tell them
they’re on their own.”
“Fifty mil, huh? It’s that easy?”
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