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October 10, 2010
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Seriously.

I don't think I ever told this story, actually. About a month ago, I went out after work two days in a row. And two days in a row a bird pooped on my head, both times around 6pm. After the second night (Thursday) out, I dragged my friend to the convenience store to get lotto tickets, because obviously a bird pooping on your head is some sort of good luck thing. Well, the lotto stations were closed since we were there after midnight (and probably a good thing since we were hammered) so I had to settle for scratch offs. I won the first scratch off - $2 and bought a second one. Won another $2 and bought a third one. Won nothing. Fine. Next day, I decide to play the real lotto because there are starving children around the globe that could really make some good use of my winnings. I didn't end up winning. Fine.
Cut to Friday night - in my living room with my roommates, who are witnesses to this. We're watching Wheel of Fortune, when it's around 7:45pm - time for Yolanda Vega with the winning Pick-3 and Pick-4's. This is a game I often play along to, mostly because I think I'm psychic. Well, the day finally came. Yolanda said, "And the first number up..." and I shouted in my best Yolanda-voice "IS FIVE!" ... Yolanda says, "is five...and the next..." "IS SEVEN!!!!" ... "is seven....and the last..." "IS TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "is two, making tonight's pick-three winning numbers five-seven-two"

I MEAN - HELLLLLLLLO, I GUESSED THE LOTTO NUMBERS. That's all I have to say about that. Eat it, Sylvia Brown and Ms. Cleo!
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