Every
year at the state fair Paul entered the lottery for the brand new truck and
lost.

This
year, he told his friend David, he wasn't going to bother and enter.

"What
kind of attitude is that?" David asked. He leaned closer and whispered, "What
you need, pal, is faith. Look around and see if the good Lord sends you a
message."

Strolling around the fair, Paul grew more and more despondent as the drawing
neared.

Nothing
struck him, no divine inspiration, no sign from God.

Finally, while he was passing old Mrs. Kelleher's pie stand, he glanced over and
saw the woman bending down.

She
wasn't wearing any panties, and suddenly her ass began to glow.

All of
a sudden, a finger of flame came from the skies and without her even knowing it,
used her ass as a notepad.

The
fiery finger etched a seven on each cheek.

Thanking God, Paul rushed to the raffle booth and played the number 77.

A few
minutes later, the drawing was held.

And
once again, Paul lost.

The
winning number was 707....