If it wasn't for bad luck I wouldn't
have any luck at all.
A recent item in the news, a man is
crushed to death when a cross dedicated
to Pope John Paul II falls on him.
Ironically he lived on a street named after
Pope John XXIII.
Note: Both are soon to be canonized
as saints.
Wrong place. Wrong time. He must have done something very bad.
I'm sure there' a message here
somewhere.
What it is I'm not sure.
Someone bring me a joint, a glass of red wine
and a fly swatter and I'll get back
2U on this 1
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