Questions, questions, QUESTIONS! You see? You see why I have remained in the shadows all this time? It never fails: as soon as my munificence is allowed to burst forth with it's natural holy glow, it attracts all manner of pesky life forms who wish to suck the precious rivers of creative juices from me as if I were their momma's teat! I will not allow myself to be sucked dry of all my natural gifts in the service of such mundane noodles.
Oh, all right:
Marc - add all the numbers of your birthdate together, divide the sum by any prime number not containing a 4, then multiply that number by the average number of times you sneeze and fart simultaneously during a given week, excepting ones containing a major holiday. Write that number down on a slip of paper and put that slip, along with a headless doll, a telephone with a bell ringer and a frog's bicuspid into a rucksack and swing it over your head until your arm feels like it will fall off, counting all the revolutions. Add this number of revolutions to your other sum and you will have the winning numbers for your lottery.
David: Sorry mate, you can't know it till you are it.
MHV: That's a grace with which few are blessed (dammit!)
Mark: Contact MHV, I hear he's really good - maybe he can succionate it?
And Bob Fowler: Thank you so very much for the unsolicited promotion.