As most of you probably know, tomorrow is Friday the 13Th. As luck would have it (no pun intended) I am working tomorrow. By my very nature I am not a superstitious individual. But considering that a good chunk of California is currently on fire, Jake here has decided to not take any chances. So tomorrow I will be carrying the following items around in my pockets.



(Don't ask me, Wikipedia said that a fucking acorn is lucky...who knew?)
You're probably thinking at this point, "Jake, won't your pockets be kind of heavy?" Well my answer is "YES". . . and that is the intent. Because really, none of these inanimate trinkets mean a fucking thing. But they will be a reminder to. . .


(Don't ask me, Wikipedia said that a fucking acorn is lucky...who knew?)Have plenty of this around for unexpected "knocking"! . . .








5 Beer Farts:
LMFAO! Fabulously funny post. You should get quite the workout with all that shit in your pockets. HAHAHA And if I see a black cat with RED eyes, I'm gonna scream like a 5 year old and run.
(sprinting towards Jake)
(slowing down and panting as jenji's pockets are already full of other good luck shit including pine cones b/c she isn't taking any chances since she had a black cat cross her path 2x's this week and therefore is doing everything in her power to avoid bad luck just in case said cat interaction is retroactive in any capacity)
(throwing salt over Jake's shoulder)
(over Mrs. T's shoulder)
(over jenji's shoulder)
(throwing salt directly into her Apple screen in an effort to reach the entire population of this blog)
(dropping shaker)
(taking deep breath)
I'm sorry, Jake...
Honestly, I truly am...
I can't apologize enough in advance for what I'm about to do...
(kicking Jake square in the nuts with her blue buckle clog, circa 1976)
I dunno, Wiki said something about a swift kick in the nuts being good luck for the 13th if administered promptly on the 12th.
What're friends for?
be well,
jenji
Corrina: Don't forget to flail your arms wildly above you head.
Jenji: Gee thanks. I guess there is no better sign of good than an asseded left testicle. What would I do without you?
Hahahhahaha.
Well done.
Jason hates kids, and he hates when they skinny dip.
Dr. K:
Neither do I. . .Hack them horny little fuckers up!
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