LUCK BE A LADY TONITE....
Don’t you hate people who kvetch all the time about having no luck? They don’t understand that you can’t go to some discount store and buy a supply of luck. You have it or you don’t. Would you call the guy who, for his birthday, got one of those plastic dipping birds that bobs infinitum lucky?
What about the dude who insisted that his wife get a face lift? He would pay for the whole thing. She did get the face lift and now looks like Jake LaMotta. Think he’s lucky?
It’s healthier if you don’t expect or dream about luck. Let it just ooze to you. The poster boy for luck is a middle aged man who lives in Pennsylvania. His luck isn’t that he lives in Pa…..nobody living in that facacata state should consider themselves lucky. The State’s Man of the Year was convicted of having sexual intimacies with the figures at Madame Tussaud’s.
You know the saying, “Lightening doesn’t strike twice.” Horse pucky. There’s a chap living in a small Pennsylvania town who was struck by lighting 15 years ago. He didn’t seem to have suffered any permanent damage except he needs two weeks notice to stop giggling. Well, believe it or not last week he was hit by lightening again. That’s twice, folks. …in fifteen years. If that ain’t lucky, what is?
After being examined by doctors they declared him uninjured. Seems the only result of the second lightening bolt were two holes burned in his bib coveralls. Others believe that he was seriously injured. Since the accident he has insisted that his wife is having an affair. Since they share the same bed he keeps asking who the man is next to them.
Count your blessings and forget about luck. This gentleman defied the odds and has become odd. I’m going to rip up my four-leaf clovers and start carrying a lightening rod.
What about the dude who insisted that his wife get a face lift? He would pay for the whole thing. She did get the face lift and now looks like Jake LaMotta. Think he’s lucky?
It’s healthier if you don’t expect or dream about luck. Let it just ooze to you. The poster boy for luck is a middle aged man who lives in Pennsylvania. His luck isn’t that he lives in Pa…..nobody living in that facacata state should consider themselves lucky. The State’s Man of the Year was convicted of having sexual intimacies with the figures at Madame Tussaud’s.
You know the saying, “Lightening doesn’t strike twice.” Horse pucky. There’s a chap living in a small Pennsylvania town who was struck by lighting 15 years ago. He didn’t seem to have suffered any permanent damage except he needs two weeks notice to stop giggling. Well, believe it or not last week he was hit by lightening again. That’s twice, folks. …in fifteen years. If that ain’t lucky, what is?
After being examined by doctors they declared him uninjured. Seems the only result of the second lightening bolt were two holes burned in his bib coveralls. Others believe that he was seriously injured. Since the accident he has insisted that his wife is having an affair. Since they share the same bed he keeps asking who the man is next to them.
Count your blessings and forget about luck. This gentleman defied the odds and has become odd. I’m going to rip up my four-leaf clovers and start carrying a lightening rod.
posted by THE RANTING OLD GEEZER at 6:17 PM
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