I'm very hurt by the Newcastle hate!!!
It is lucky to knock on wood
Unlucky to walk under a ladder
A Four leaf clover is incredibly lucky
Seven years bad luck if you break a mirror!
Friday the 13th is unlucky, as is the number
"Don't open that umbrella indoors young man!"
Horseshoes are very lucky
Bride and Groom must not meet on the day of the wedding
Unlucky to spill salt
Meeting a black cat is very lucky
I'm very hurt by the Newcastle hate!!!
I challenge anyone who doesn't think a four leaf clover is lucky to actually find one.
There's a nice little rhyme to remember all the things magpies will bring.
One for sorrow, two for joy,
Three for a girl, four for a boy,
Five for silver, six for gold,
Seven for a secret, never to be told.
My only question is what happens when you see 8 magpies?
Also I tend not to be too superstitious. I don't think I do any of the things on the poll because I believe it's bad luck.
Seeing seven has to be terrible. Like, ah geez, I was gonna get some sweetass gold... a secret? Laaaaaaame.
Where is the "none of the above" poll option?
everything is wrapped in gray
i'm focusing on your image
can you hear me in the void?
I don't believe in luck. I believe in empty probability. That is to say that smart people can calculate the probability of outcomes, but none of that actually means anything and I don't care.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
Bad time to come out and tell everyone I'm half Geordie.![]()
Half Geordie and you live in France. Doing well for yourself these days eh Arty
All I need to do now is join the BNP, and I'll become the biggest scumbag in the world.