Turns out the Euro Lottery thing in my e-mail wasn’t actually the real McCoy. I called ’em to collect my half-million Euros and they said their regulations exclude winnings to fur-bearing rodents. Or anybody else who might want to actually collect.

Dammit.

They said they’d hook me up with an associate in Nigeria who could help me out, though. So maybe that’ll pan out.

But in the meantime, sorry for callin’ all y’all suckers. I din’t mean nuthin’ by it.

In fact, I went out and got a make-up present of sorts for ya.

Hope you like it. And Happy Mama’s day.