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so im getting a ’72 spitfire cause i won it in a raffle. i cant drive it, cause its got antique tags, and i cant pay for insurance im sure, if i switch the tags, so im gonna sell it, most likely. how much do you think it would be worth.

by the way, its got 32,750 miles, a catalytic converter, and brand new headers that cause it to get about 37 miles an hour. brand new shiny black paint, and convertible.
i cant drive it cause somewhere i heard that you can only drive cars with antique tags like, 7500 miles a year, and thats about 7 or 8 miles a day.

My heart is pounding in my chest. Words cannot describe the fear I am feeling. I clamber out of the boat, the sound of guns shooting, raffling through my brain. I collapse onto the floor, and heave myself across the rough sand. Stained red waves splashing into my face, as I sprawl across the sand. I take cover behind a ram. It was tall, black and shaped like a cross, as if it was destined to be our graveyard.
The smell of salt water and fresh air is not enough to disguise the overwhelming scent of burning, and gun powder. I’m sick to the pit of my stomach, as I struggled for each and every painful breath. All I can think about is if I would see my family again. I look up to see a young solider, he was quivering with horror, his head buried in his hands. I see him screaming, but the world seems to have gone into slow motion, drowning his screams.

Every year at the state fair Paul entered the lottery for the brand new truck and lost. This year, he told his friend David, he wasn’t going to bother and enter.
“What kind of attitude is that?” David asked. He leaned closer and whispered, “What you need, pal, is faith. Look around and see if the good Lord sends you a message.”
Strolling around the fair, Paul grew more and more despondent as the drawing neared. Nothing struck him, no divine inspiration, no sign from God.
Finally, while he was passing old Mrs. Kelleher’s pie stand, he glanced over and saw the woman bending down. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and suddenly her a*s began to glow. Suddenly a finger of flame came from the skies and without her even knowing it, used her a*s as a table. The fiery finger etched a seven on each cheek.
Thanking God, Paul rushed to the raffle booth and played the number 77.
A few minutes later, the drawing was held. And once again, Paul lost. The winning number was 707.

The winner raffle will recieve a 21 foot outboard boat. If 6000 raffle tickets were sold and you purchased 30 tickets, what are the odds against your winning the boat?
The odds are??

IF it was a Dodge Charger, can you provide documentation to back this? e mail me – thanks

A young man named Gordon bought a donkey from an old farmer for £100.00. The farmer agreed to deliver the donkey the next day, but when the farmer drove up he said, “Sorry son, but I have some bad news… the donkey is on my truck, but unfortunately he’s dead. Gordon replied, “Well then, just give me my money back.” The farmer said, “I can’t do that, because I’ve spent it already. Gordon said, “OK then, well just unload the donkey anyway. The farmer asked, “What are you going to do with him?” Gordon answered, “I’m going to raffle him off.” To which the farmer exclaimed, “Surely you can’t raffle off a dead donkey!” But Gordon, with a wicked smile on his face said, “Of course I can, you watch me. I just won’t bother to tell anybody that he’s dead.
” A month later the farmer met up with Gordon and asked, “What happened with that dead donkey?” Gordon said, “I raffled him off, sold 500 tickets at two pounds a piece, and made a huge, fat profit!!” Totally amazed, the farmer asked, “Didn’t anyone complain that you had
stolen their money because you lied about the donkey being dead?” To which Gordon replied, “The only guy who found out about the donkey being dead was the raffle winner when he came to claim his prize. So I gave him his £2 raffle ticket money back plus an extra £200, which as you know is double the going rate for a donkey, so he thought I was great guy!!
Gordon grew up and eventually became the Chancellor of the Exchequer, and no matter how many times he lied, or how much money he stole from the British voters, as long as he gave them back some of the stolen money, most of them, unfortunately, still thought he was a great guy.
The moral of this story is that, if you think Gordon is about to play fair and do something for the everyday people of the country for once in his miserable, lying life, think again my friend, because you’ll be better off flogging a dead donkey.

The Woodward Avenue Dream Cruise is this week-end near Detroit. It’s one of the largest and best attended in the US. Over a million people are expected to attend. Thousands of street rods, custom cars and restored autos will be there. Detroit radio station WCSX (see their web page) is raffling off a customized 1947 Dodge panel truck. (ticekts are $25, ALL procedes go to the Childrens Lukemia Foundation)

Hi, im 15 years old and i am apart of a organization that organizes trips with people from our community. I have to raise 6,499 dollars by the beginning of June late May. I have already made raffle tickets to sell and washing log trucks on the weekend. Does anyone have any other ideas of what i can do to reach my goal? thanks – joel