And so now Portal sits here, with some light burns on his hand, a wasted pepperoni pizza, and another 15 minutes to desperately wait for food. All because his pizza slipped out of his oven-mitted hand and face down onto the dirty floor, ruining his tasty supper. As I sit here waiting on my macaroni to boil, I realized that my luck is just piss-poor at times.
What have y'all been through that made you think that:
A) God hates you?
B) Someone has cursed you?
C) A litter of black cats were born in the same room as you while underneath a ladder storage closet?
D) All of the above?
Update on the Luck-o-Meter: I SOMEHOW managed to nearly cock up making macaroni. Gotta love this day.
What have y'all been through that made you think that:
A) God hates you?
B) Someone has cursed you?
C) A litter of black cats were born in the same room as you while underneath a ladder storage closet?
D) All of the above?
Update on the Luck-o-Meter: I SOMEHOW managed to nearly cock up making macaroni. Gotta love this day.