But look who’s against Prop 29 – it’s that famous convenience store what’s on Fulton and Masonic what can’t sell lottery tickets no mo owing to what some people, mind you, just some people, might possibly be tempted to label LOTTERY FRAUD.
See?
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Now here’s your Convenience Store Triad:
1. Alcohol sales to underage students from neighboring high schools and the University of San Francisco.
2. Cigarette sales.
3. Lottery ticket sales.
So, if you lose one leg of your triad, you’ve got to make sure not to lose the other two, that’s one conclusion you might draw…
Here’s what you do, you imagine this old guy on the left taking a picture of himself naked holding his wiener and then sexting it to you. Can you imagine?
Anyway, as you can see, Chris Hansen the sexting perv came to San Francisco recently.
Why? He came to punk unsuspecting store clerks who foolishly told their fake customers that their faked lottery tickets were losers only to try to cash the fake winning tickets in for themselves.
(And oh, I see, you give the $10,000 winning ticket to your gf for her to cash it in, you know, cause it might look a little auspicious if you, the Kwik-E-Mart owner/clerk, yourself did it? Wow, that’s using your noodle. Or not.)
(This is the kind of thing that belongs on SFist.com, but I don’t think it’s been there.)
I’m sorry, why do we even have a lottery in California? Seems like a magnet for fraud and other unhealthy activities, just saying.
And like your lottery ticket money goes to pay the State of California to go around and bust store clerks? Seems kind of pointless to me.
All right, signing off from the stoop of the Fulton Food Shop, kitty corner from Chris Hansen’s stand-up in front of the Fulton Street Lucky a few weeks back.
