Fake Million-Dollar Lottery Ticket Exposes Bumble Boyfriend

No.

What fucking took you so long? What do you mean?

Like, I've been waiting here for, like- Okay ... 10 minutes.

It was- Like, what fucking took you long?

I wasn't even that long. What's your problem?

Look. Are you ready up? Let's go. Yeah, I got you something.

Run over, you used to fucking scratch it in this.

I don't-- use my keys. No, I'm just gonna use s-

I really hope I win. Yeah, me too.

No fucking way. What? No fucking way, I can't believe it.

What? I fucking won. No, you didn't. Yes, I won the million. Look.

No, you d- I- Yes, I fucking did. Can you cl-- can you pull over?

For what? I'm gonna have someone pick me up. Just pull me, pull over.

Why would you have some-- Don't you want me to go help you c-cash that in?

No, I don't fucking need you. You don't need me? What the fuck?

No, I'm gonna have Matt pick me up. Who the fuck is Matt?

Don't worry about it. What do you mean don't worry about it? Who is Matt?

Don't, don't worry about it. I'm so excited.

You mean Matt, your Bumble boyfriend? Yes, Matt, my Bumble boyfriend.

Yeah, of course, now the truth comes out.

Well, I mean- Get the fuck out ... now I don't need you, of course.

Get the fuck out of my car now. Gladly. And I don't know how you wanna do it, but send me those divorce papers.

Don't forget your shit. Really? You didn't have to fucking throw it at me.

Go.

Oh, uh, good luck cashing that in. What do you mean?

It's a fake. No, it's not. May-maybe, uh, you can either walk to Matt's or have him come pick you up.

So- No, I'm, I'm- No. Yeah, no.