Tom Oatmeal

“I won the lottery!  I won!  Oh thank God!”

I ran up to a cop and pulled his pants down.

“I don’t care about nothing!” I screamed.

My friend Nate picked up the ticket and looked it over.  “It just says you won a free ticket.”

I couldn’t believe it.  Ever so gently, I pulled the cop’s pants back up.  I started to tuck the shirt in, but it was a pretty tight fit.

“Was it tucked in?  I can’t remember,” I said.

“Just leave it.”

“Okay.”