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Breaking news from the Associated Press: Lottery officials say my husband is much more likely to become filthy rich than most of the rest of y'all.

DES MOINES (AP) - Feeling lucky? You might be if you're a Tim or a Kellie.

Those were the luckiest names for men and women playing Iowa Lottery games since the lottery started in 1985.

The lottery's acting CEO, Ken Brickman, says the agency did a records check to determine the names of people who won prizes of more than $100,000.

So should I change my name to further increase the odds? Nah. I'll spread the luck around, give someone else a chance.

But Tim, you'll need to make a stop on the way home. Those numbers from your last fortune cookie were 3 14 22 29 37. Make 'em count.

Comments

Brianne said…
Ken Brickman? Sounds like a Simpsons character...

Tell Tim to pick up LOTS of lottery tickets!!!

On the other hand, maybe this story was a tricky ruse by the Lottery people to give all the Tims and Kellies of the state false hope....
Anonymous said…
This is strangely true. I have won the lottery three times, ranging from $125,000 to $23.3 Million\

Timothy Kelly
Tim said…
I almost bought a ticket at the gas station on the way to work this morning. The prize was only about $15 million. Since it's obvious I'm going to win eventually, I want to win at least $50 million.

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