PB
PB stands for a few things. The new mac Powerbook is here.
PB could stand for peanut butter, in the right situations
but most importantly,
PB stands for Powerball.
And, since some faceless, nameless person won 340 mil. in Oregon...once again it solidifies my theory that it's all a sham and no one truly wins. Okay, some people win the smaller ones, to keep the fantasy alive but I do not believe there really is a person in Oregon with a fat bankbook. I think it's just the lottery folk recycling their worth to sucker in the next line of ticket buyers.
Which brings me to the news story about how all of the New York folk had to come to Greenwich to buy thier PB tix along with the interviews of the Greenwich folk, who were 'annoyed' and felt that the PB nonsense disrupted their day.
Although Greenwich has a lot of diversity [i know, i've lived here my whole life] it is usually tagged as a wealthy, elitist community. What news channel wouldn't relish in the sick irony that much of the 5 boroughs drove for miles and stood in line for hours to buy a chance at financial freedom in a town that is financially free? [and annoyed]
The NY news loves a good Greenwich story.
Just this weekend, some chic from Greenwich got busted having sex in some park in NYC. Had it been a girl from the Bronx, no one would have cared, but Gwich--that gives them something to talk about.
And there was some business executive a few years ago that got drunk on an airplane, harrassed the staff and ultimately took a dump on the beverage cart. [i shit you not] [pun intended, of course] People loved that story. [It is pretty funny...]
So, yeah. Powerball. It is exciting and it would be nice. Even after taxes you're worth about as much as Mary Kate Olsen. But with odds of 1 in 126 million? I dunno'....wouldn't it be easier to get struck by lighting in the same place 56 times?
PB could stand for peanut butter, in the right situations
but most importantly,
PB stands for Powerball.
And, since some faceless, nameless person won 340 mil. in Oregon...once again it solidifies my theory that it's all a sham and no one truly wins. Okay, some people win the smaller ones, to keep the fantasy alive but I do not believe there really is a person in Oregon with a fat bankbook. I think it's just the lottery folk recycling their worth to sucker in the next line of ticket buyers.
Which brings me to the news story about how all of the New York folk had to come to Greenwich to buy thier PB tix along with the interviews of the Greenwich folk, who were 'annoyed' and felt that the PB nonsense disrupted their day.
Although Greenwich has a lot of diversity [i know, i've lived here my whole life] it is usually tagged as a wealthy, elitist community. What news channel wouldn't relish in the sick irony that much of the 5 boroughs drove for miles and stood in line for hours to buy a chance at financial freedom in a town that is financially free? [and annoyed]
The NY news loves a good Greenwich story.
Just this weekend, some chic from Greenwich got busted having sex in some park in NYC. Had it been a girl from the Bronx, no one would have cared, but Gwich--that gives them something to talk about.
And there was some business executive a few years ago that got drunk on an airplane, harrassed the staff and ultimately took a dump on the beverage cart. [i shit you not] [pun intended, of course] People loved that story. [It is pretty funny...]
So, yeah. Powerball. It is exciting and it would be nice. Even after taxes you're worth about as much as Mary Kate Olsen. But with odds of 1 in 126 million? I dunno'....wouldn't it be easier to get struck by lighting in the same place 56 times?
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