Four middle-aged working-class Boston guys in a conversation.
One says, "Yeah, so you owe us two bucks from Friday. We only matched two numbers; we didn't get the ball, the whatsit ball...the crazy ball."
I shall now call Powerball, Crazyball. On the rare occasions on which I need to speak about Lotto at all.
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