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Thursday, October 20, 2005


Today I decided my luck needed some changing. Joyously I headed to the backyard. I was going to pick myself a four-leaf clover. After searching for about twenty minutes I said, "Fuck this! Why is good luck so hard to come by? Who the hell decided four-leaf clovers are good luck? From this day forward I decree that three-leaf clovers are now good luck." As I bent down to pick my three-leaf clover a rock flew from the neighbors lawn mower, cleared a gap in the fence and clocked me in the eye. What are the odds? I'd say you can't get any luckier than that. My lucky three-leaf clover was put on a piece of paper torn from my girlfriends "Get Fuzzy" notebook. Sorry about the blood. If you pick a three-leaf clover you will get lucky. Will you love me?
P.S. Does anyone know how to get blood off a scanner?


  • I don't believe three-leaf clovers are lucky or your girlfriend's notebook makes you fuzzy but I love you anyway. Use damp cloth to remove blood from scanner. If expecting house raid by police, strongly suggest using bleach to dampen cloth for better luck.

    By Blogger Anonymous, at 18:35  

  • Is that what you call dumb luck? Oh yuk, it's anon.

    By Blogger Jonpaul, at 20:39  

  • Jonpaul is JEALOUS of my love for you Unknown ....

    By Blogger Anonymous, at 22:00  

  • Hahahahahahahaha

    By Blogger Alabama, at 03:55  

  • Along similar lines I decided that I would mandate the length of a piece of string. I finally settled on 28.4 centimetres (do your own maths to convert to inches), so from now on when anyone asks how long is a piece of string I have the ready made answer - 28.4 centimetres.

    I hope the luck you have multiplies significantly. (C)love(r).


    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 04:53  

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    By Blogger Eric, at 06:39  

  • You said, " Even flesh eating zombies need love." And you always say, "Will you love me?" at the end of your blogs, so are you a zombie?

    By Blogger Eric, at 06:41  

  • are awesome..i'm putting your link on my site, i love it!


    By Blogger Amosfrie, at 07:24  

  • unknown: i once had an art professor who used his own blood and urine to paint with on canvas. no kidding. his work is in the collection of the metropolitan museum of art. you are in good company. leave the blood on the scanner. love.

    By Blogger Beth, at 07:53  

  • Haiku - Julian Schnabel?

    The Unknown - this story made my day! I'm putting you on my links list! ~hearts and stars!

    By Blogger Andrea, at 11:54  

  • big a: no, his name was anthony viti. his art is very powerful. he is an aids activist, so the blood makes sense.

    By Blogger Beth, at 13:36  

  • alcohol and hydrogen peroxide gets blood out of or off of everything!

    By Blogger Jamie, at 13:59  

  • What a riot! Only you would think to get blood on your scanner...and then ask how to get it off.

    By Anonymous Teri, at 20:28  

  • hehe you're very funny, and the luckiest unlucky person I know.

    By Blogger 998fort, at 05:32  

  • Anonymous: House Raid By Police! Who spilled the beans what do you know? More importantly what do you know about the beans?!

    jonpaul: You dumb. Me luck

    anonymous: Jonpaul is jealous of everyone. He is a vampire needing to suck the life out of everything around him.

    sally smart: Somewhere between a laugh and a hairball. Thanks!

    detlef: Do you often get asked how long a piece of string is. Is there a great need for string where you are. Are you a cat?

    comment deleted: COWARD!

    eric: I used to be a flesh eating zombie. Now I'm vegan so I prefer HUFU
    I don't always say "Will you love me." Sometimes I say, "Please love me." or "Will you leave some love for me?"

    amosfrie: :-)Thanks Wanna use a button and become a red hot lover?

    haiku: Gross. But art none the less. I guess.

    big a: Thanks! I glad this made your day. Get better days.

    haiku: I guess as long as it's your own blood it's all cool.

    jamie: You are either a nurse or a cereal killer. Damn that Captain Crunch.

    teri: I didn't think to get blood on my scanner. I just bled. Thanks :-)

    lost doll: I made you laugh. I call that lucky.

    By Blogger The Unknown, at 11:42  

  • Superstitions and so called luck are framed by power craving peeps. for instance, when i was a kid, i used to place pennies head side up for unsuspecting seekers of luck. I have even spread one or two of my own superstitions. a very cruel mind game for us all!

    By Blogger fairclavicle, at 21:17  

  • fairclavicle: Good luck with that argument.

    By Blogger The Unknown, at 17:01  

  • I really like this one...good story and image :D

    By Blogger Giles, at 07:32  

  • the girlfriend's 'get fuzzy' notebook was by far my favorite part. from any blog i've ever read ever! hooray for hyperbole.

    By Blogger Leigh Anne, at 08:25  

  • giles: Thanks. It's one of my favs too. Simple yet elegent with a quick story.:-)

    leigh anne: As long as you have a favorite part everything is OK! :-)

    By Blogger The Unknown, at 15:02  

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