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Mr. Harvey double-checked his ticket against the sign over the register: 32-21-18-54-10-37. Oh boy! “You owe me eighty million dollars,” the lovable old schmendrick told the pretty cashier. She snapped her gum and took the ticket. “Mr. Harvey, you’ve written in every single number,” she said. "Now look here," the moribund chamoole sputtered, "My ticket has the winning numbers!" “They're written in pencil." And indeed, a chewed-up orange nub was lodged behind Mr. Harvey's smelly-looking ear. The little nebbish's spirits sank. “And this ticket's almost two years old,” the girl added. A sly look momentarily animated Mr. Harvey's limp, gray face. “I’ll take the lump sum payment of forty million if that’ll speed things up any,” the irrepressible schlemiel persisted, glancing unconvincingly at his pharmacy-purchased digital watch.

Date Written: October 25, 2005
Author: qualcomm
Average Vote: 3.5

Comments:
10/28/2005 Ewan Snow (3): Amusing but, like, a wee bit flat and/or unsurprising.
10/28/2005 Dylan Danko (3.5):
10/28/2005 Klause Muppet: author, you are a racist!
10/28/2005 anonymous: Huh?
10/28/2005 Streifenbeuteldachs (3.5): That shvuntz should have cold cocked the broad and taken his winnings straight out of the register.
10/30/2005 Litcube (4):
10/30/2005 Litcube: I don't know, dudes. I think this is pretty solid.
10/30/2005 qualcomm: yup, you're right
10/31/2005 Klause Muppet: solid racism