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Originally posted by gothweb
No shit, I was just thinking of posting about the same thing.
Here's a string of bad luck...
Three weeks ago, the Porsche died. Needed a new starter. Only it happened 2 hours from home, so it's in a garage down there.
Fast forward two weeks, to last weekend. I went down to a friend's wedding. Coming out of the reception, I discover my Cruiser got keyed.
Then, on the drive to where I was staying, the inside mirror drops practically in my passenger's lap going over a bump.
Then on a facilities stop on the way, my belt buckle just falls off on the floor in the bathroom.
Finally make it back to a friend's place. Wake up in the morning to go to the beach... Someone, I am not kidding, took a hammer to my windshield.
The moral of the story? When shit happens, about half the time it's just bad luck. The other half of the time it's bad luck and some fucker.
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Im sorry to hear that... I've been having a huge string of bad luck lately too. Sometimes I think theres some dude out there doing all this stuff to me...
If there was I would like nothing more than to meet him
