come on, shit on me
as jesse and i walked to get coffee earlier today, we, along with one other unfortunate passer-by, got hit by a smattering of bird shit. jesse got tagged mostly on the hand, while i got nailed on the chest, head, shoulders, back and stomach. this sounds like it confounds physics, but i believe i was simply the victim of a shotgun shit.i've always heard that getting shit on by a bird is good luck. i think i'm going to have to call this bit of wisdom into question.
i'm likely going to see a friend's band play tonight at the same club in which a drag show will be taking place upstairs, and it's occurred to me that these faded white splotches on my shirt look like ... well, you're all adults, and can probably figure it out on your own.
i think i'll be buying a t-shirt to rectify this situation. maybe this is where the supposed luck will come into play, and i'll happen upon a tee bearing say, the likeness of ernest borgnine, as pictured below:
posted by jomilkman @ 12:24 PM
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Not his likeness, but...
cgi.ebay.com/Ernest-Borgnine-MANIA-T-shirt-100-cotton-L_W0QQitemZ190014116245QQihZ009QQcategoryZ1467QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem
i think the superstition is that it means you're going to come in to money. buy that lottery ticket pronto, my friend.
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