Good Luck?
Bah. I was walking home from the train station (yes I know, me walking *gasp*.) and just reflecting that it had been a pretty damn good week, when I walked under a tree at the beginning of my street and a bird shat on my head. Yes that’s right, on my head – nasty nasty nasty. It’s supposed to be good luck somehow but for the life of me I can’t see it 
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A bird shat on my head once when I was in primary school, while I was in line with the rest of my classmates waiting to go into class after recess. Ick.[Reply]