As perverted as it sounds, rubbing it more just might do the trick. You sick bastard, get you mind out of the gutter. I’m talking about Mansel picking the correct lottery numbers in our LG Lottery club using his “pet rocks” by rubbing it.
As folklore has it, Mansel takes out his “pet rocks” (which he carries everywhere) even when he goes into a Lottery station. His methods are crud and rude but somehow the numbers come to him. This only occurs whenever he starts rubbing the dam things in public. Police have seen him doing his “rock rub” and have questioned him sever times. When asked he just simply says “just rubbing my rocks, officer. Do you want to see them?” Mansel shows off his pet rocks to the officers.
This all started with Mansel displaying this week’s tickets with number we hit on. No winners of course because all the numbers were on separate tickets. But the point is, we haven’t been this close to winning anything for about 3 years now.
Checkout Mansel’s Lottery World weekly newsletter for club member’s responses:
Falcon: Whatever you rubbed last time, make sure to rub it even more this time so we get more numbers.
Mansel: Wow. Someone tells me to rub it even more.
OM: Just do it at home on your own time.
Mr. T: I don’t want to know what Mansel may have been doing to get better numbers but agree it wouldn’t hurt to do more of it.
Mansel: I totally misunderstood the purpose of the meditation room.
ManCave: You have a meditation room there. We have rooms for lactation and ping pong here. Rub whatever you have to rub MANSEL. We need to win. If one of your cube neighbors pays for me, I will get ‘em back tomorrow at lunch.
Mr. T: There was a couple intern’s that figured it out a few years ago. They were meditating away until security came.
