If I felt as though people who spell the name Alicia with E's were trustworthy, I'd feel terrible for Elecia Battle. I don't, so it's not an issue. Still, I can think of only a couple of things worse than losing a lottery ticket worth $162 million, and all of them involve my urethra and Cholula brand hot sauce.

Analogcabin @ 7:03 AM
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