About how many Friday the 13ths are there in an average lifetime, do you suppose? A thousand? More? Less? I’d like a ballpark figure at least.
Speaking for myself, I resent having to use my very small allotment of good luck dodging calamity every time a Friday the 13th rolls around. They come way too often, as regularly as Jehovah’s Witnesses. Ding dong, have you heard the Alarmingly Bad News? The end is coming, repent.
By now, my supply of good fortune is seriously depleted. One day soon a piece of space junk will plummet from the sky and drill me where I stand.
I don’t mind telling you, I’m gonna be so pissed.
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