16 posts in and nothing about magpies? What is wrong with you people :colbert:
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16 posts in and nothing about magpies? What is wrong with you people :colbert:
Utter filth. :zombert: Look, I'm not saying that the people of Newcastle should be rounded up, stuffed into a rocket and fired into the Sun, but... actually, no, that is exactly what I am saying.
I used to be superstitious until i was about 12. My Ma still is. I used to believe in this omnipotent being who created everything & then sat back for a millenia doing nothing while his chosen people slaughtered the ever loving smurf out of eachother constantly.
I was cured of this superstition at quite a younger age than most here simply by asking the wrong people the right questions.
knocking on wood is the only one I particularly do.
I REALLY SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE MEYou're a right grumpus you are.
Friday the 13th. I never liked that day. Beginning of every year, I go through the calender and request every single day off that's Friday the 13th.
Sometimes I feel like things are bad signs. For instance, if I wake up and realize I left my coffee travel mug at work: bad sign. If there's a fight in the morning before first period: bad sign.
I believe you mean: meeting a black cat is very lucky because it means there's about to be glorious wildcat strikes and revolutions and solidarity :bigsmile:
As for me: When I was a kid my mom told me that saying "rabbit" as soon as you wake up, on the first day of every month, was lucky. I still do it sometimes, but not because I believe in the luck so much as it's fun to see if I can remember!
Other than that I am not superstitious in the slightest. I never really believed that sort of thing. Except for the Easter Bunny. I was convinced the Easter Bunny was real until I was like 15.