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 ass began
to glow. Then a finger of flame came from the skies and without
her even knowing it, used her ass 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.