Playing the Lottery

When I was at university my friends and I decided to play the lottery. When my friend Tamar was filling in his lottery ticket I glanced over his shoulder and memorised his numbers.
The next morning he asked me if I knew the winning numbers. I said, "Yes, of course!" I pretended I had already written down the numbers for him on the top of the newspaper. When he saw the numbers he cheered and bought everyone a slap-up breakfast.
Then he went to the Lottery shop. The assistant told him there must have been a mistake and that unfortunately he hadn't won any money at all. He rushed home and as soon as he opened the door he screamed, "B I L A L L L L! I'm going to kill you!!!"
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