My Luck

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EPIC OPPORTUNITY!!!

FREE SNOW SHOVELING CLASS/MEETUP: This Thursday, Friday and Saturday. I will be holding a FREE snow shoveling class in my driveway. Come and join the class and learn about the proper ways to shovel. Reviewed techniques will include the scoop and throw method, the down and push method (AKA the plow technique), as well as the upside down scraping technique. Don't miss out on this amazing opportunity to enhance your snow lifting techniques without throwing your back out! I will provide the driveway to ensure your training is conducted in the most life- like situation, I only ask that you bring your own shovel (Ergonomical designs suggested). PM me for additional details and times. Seating is limited and handled on a first come first served basis...Subject to date change depending on total accumulation.

Hot chocolate will be served!
 
I received a phone call from a gorgeous ex-girlfriend who this morning called out-of-the-blue to see if I was still around.

We lost track of time, chatting about the wild, romantic times we used to enjoy together. I couldn't believe it when she asked if I'd be interested in meeting up and rekindling a little of that old magic. Wow! I was flabbergasted.

I don't know if I could keep pace with you now, I said, I'm a bit older and a bit greyer and balder than when you last saw me. Plus I don't really have the energy I used to have. She just giggled and said she was sure I would rise to the challenge.

Yeah. I said. Just so long as you don't mind a waistline that's a few inches wider these days! Not to mention my total lack of muscle tone...everything is sagging, my teeth are a bit yellowed and I am developing jowls like a Great Dane!

She laughed and told me to stop being so silly.

She teased me saying that tubby, gray haired, older men were cute, and she was sure I would still be a great lover. Anyway, she giggled and said, I've put on a few pounds myself!

So I told her to get lost.
 
Paddy staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Mick. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife. He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their bedroom upstairs, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump.

A whiskey bottle in each hip pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.

Managing not to yell, Paddy sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding.

He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids. He then began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood. He then hid the now almost empty box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed.

In the morning, Paddy woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt, and with his wife staring at him from across the room.

She said, "You were drunk again last night weren't you Paddy?"

Paddy replied, "And why would you be saying such a mean thing?"

"Well," she said, "it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes--but mostly, it's all those Band-Aids stuck on the downstairs mirror!
 

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