I’m so over the 9-5 lifestyle man. Something needs to change. Why can’t I just
Win a parlay for $1.8 million
Quit my 9-5
Move to the islands
Open up a surf shop
Marry a local
Have 4 beautiful children
Take a fishing charter out to sea
Get swallowed up by a big wave
Barley survive
Wash up on shore to a remote island
Almost killed by the local tribe
Convince them I am useful
Teach them better way to fish and hunt
Gain their trust
Learn their language
Fall in love with the tribe leaders daughter
Get married and take over the tribe
Have 4 more beautiful children
Have a huge party on the beach
Nearby plane notices and radios for help
Rescue ship comes to island
Me and my family get on it
My new family meets my old family
Tons of confusion and emotion
Eventually we all become one family
I now have 2 wives and 8 children
Lie is good, by my bills get bigger
Most of parlay winning are gone
I need more money to keep the shop open
I start betting on monkey fights
I lose virtually all my money
I put all I had left on one last monkey
He is a massive underdog
I wrap a razor blade on his foot
I win big! Everything is okay again
The other gamblers find out I cheated
They alert the police
I get thrown in jail for 2 years
I get out and both my wives left me
The children are all grown up and gone
I have just enough money to get a flight
I have to get a 9-5 job to pay the bills
But then I remember
I still have a little left in my sports book
I make another parlay
ME: I trained this chicken to talk.
HER: Lets see.
ME: What's a male deer?
CHICKEN: Buck
ME: How much is 200 pennies?
CHICKEN: Buck buck
HER: This is stupid.
ME: It gets better.
CHICKEN: It gets way better, Karen.
When I was a kid, I thought there was a monster in my closet. I still do, but I don’t live there anymore, so he’s not my problem. Have fun dealing with Fangface, Mom and Dad.