Yes. That's "me" in a wet suit with an LBJ mask. I'm on the beach because, well, that's where I demand the lottery people deliver my check if I must do that whole "dog and pony show." And when the reporters ask questions, here's how this will go:
Reporter: How did you choose your winning numbers?
Me: Did you ever think that making a speech on economics is a lot like pissing down your leg? It seems hot to you, but it never does to anyone else.
Reporter: How are you going to spend the money?
Me: Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country.
Reporter: Are you going to travel with your winnings?
Me: Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall.
Reporter: Do you plan to do some charity work?
Me: I am not a crook.
Reporter: Are you planning on giving any real answers?
Me: Read my lips - NO NEW TAXES.
And if that doesn't make people think twice about asking that crazy woman for cash, well, you should know that if my lottery jackpot doesn't come calling soon, I just might go all "Point Break" and form my own "Dead Presidents" gang.