As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
As a Protestant Christian I do not believe in luck as I have a sure in thing in the Promises and Blessing of Jesus Christ, but I will tell you that I am a very lucky girl. Now some might call it Murphy’s Law, but I call it luck as I have allot of it.
I have been shit on in a car, through an open window twice the past years. Now you name one other person on the planet who has had that happen to them. I know you can’t because I’m extra special
The reason I’m pointing out how special I am is I just noticed something today, when I pulled down my boy boxers. There on my inner thigh were about a dozen red marks. It seems a spider crawled into my underwear while I was sleeping, got pinned there and decided to fight back. I had this happen once before in some dinosaur sized arachnoid got into my t shirt while I slept, and I rolled over on it, and that bastard bit me about as many times and it swelled up like half a golf ball, turned cherry red, my glands swelled up and I really was not amused or pleased.
Now I don’t go looking for luck. It just finds me. Like this last spider in my underwear, while I’m sleeping, not only bit my inner thigh, but I now realize it gave a parting gift to a bite to the genitals. In the great wilds of the Brier I have been known to have mosquitoes and even chiggars and yes a venturous woodtick make it to this location too, much to my dismay. It is all luck, the kind of Murphy Law thing that if there was an Olympic Event of, “Pick the person who is going to have a spider crawl into their underwear”, the gold medal winner would pick me.
I really do not recommend people trying this at home or even on safari. Not that I know of any safaris available to have attacking you in your vulnerables in nature. JYG has my kind of luck. A bumble bee stung him, then there was the time he was cutting metal, then kicked it as a jagged edge was there and drove that into his toe. Bled profusely as he limped off to the house, and kept saying, “Why did I do that?” and I was trying to keep from bursting out laughing. See luck is funny when it happens to other people, not so much when I reach up in the chicken coup and drive a metal screw into my hand.
I seem to recall getting stung in the nose by a paper wasp which felt like someone punched me and then hooked me up to an electric prod earlier this year in a hornet war, but that is lucky me.
I am wondering what the safari literature would be though to entice people. “Come to Africa where things will crawl into your tent, into your shorts and bite you, for a real adventure, all for 5995 America, plus tips.
Maybe I should offer such trips here to stupid city people. I could give them my kind of luck in spreading the bugs and pointy things around. Yes perhaps there I will meet my fortune………..but first I have to heal up from my last form of luck in spiders in the underwear when you are asleep.
Nuff Said
agtG
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