Thought I'd use the thirteenth day to raise the touch(wood)y subject of superstition...
Please, someone explain how breaking a mirror is gonna give me seven years bad luck when my whole life has been nothing but bad luck?
How is seeing two magpies gonna give me joy...
On my thirteenth birthday, I was given some lucky heather and a rabbit's foot, it was a Friday, I walked under a ladder and a mirror smashed over my head, as I lay on the floor a black cat scratched my face and a magpie shat on me.
Piss off...
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