Well Self, we seem to be in a snitty mood of late, aren't we? You/we would be too trying to keep up with this tornadic-sandstorm of thought over a stupid pick3 game. I/we really you'd give me/us a break sometime. Your heavy thoughts make me feel like what's his name---the dude in mythology holding a ball over his head---I'm getting knots in my electropiles and I feel like the piles are stagnating in your rectal area. Speaking of which...don't "dump" so much! Lefty (left side of our brain) is beginning to get crabby too. Self, says I to me, knock off the  . I've enough to handle without a screwed up "egosystem" too! Ah me, well back to constipating on the pick three numbers. Hey self/us, I have some more pratical lottery thoughts to run by you, we'll sleep on them and come up with a few suggestions, won't we?! Says Self, "carp snot."

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