CC 687 Jackpot

Author: Porternotes

Date: March 9, 2018

by Porternotes
3-09-18
Mr. Satan, sir. I've got a complaint.
What seems to be the problem, Sandie?
When I promised you my soul to win the lottery, I expected to win 50 million dollars.
You did. Along with 50 million other people.
That means only a dollar apiece.
Don't spend it all in one place.