Is it really good luck?
Today, at lunch, while I was setting outside, on a bench, in a park, happily munching away on a sandwich,
a bird pooped on my head.
Thankfully it was only a little bit of poo and I had napkins with me.
You make me touch your hands for stupid reasons.
Today, at lunch, while I was setting outside, on a bench, in a park, happily munching away on a sandwich,
a bird pooped on my head.
Thankfully it was only a little bit of poo and I had napkins with me.
Brought to you by Normlr at 4:51 PM
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