If it wasn’t for bad luck…

If it wasn’t for bad luck…

A 28 year old drug courier was driving a panel truck down the street in New South Wales, Australia right in front of the police station and he side swiped two police cars parked at the curb. While he was able to drive away only scratched up, he was on TV for everyone in town to see. It took an hour to catch him and in the van they found $140 million in methamphetamine packed in plastic bags in moving company boxes. The price of crystal meth in Australia is among the highest in the world. He should have kept his day job.

The wife stayed by his bedside every single day of a man’s coma. One day, when he came to, he motioned for her to come nearer. As she sat by him, he whispered, eyes full of tears, “You know what? You have been with me all through the bad times. When I got fired, you were there to support me. When my business failed, you were there. When I got shot, you were there. When we lost the house you were still here. You know what?”  “What dear?” she asked. “I think you’re bad luck.”

America is sure having some bad luck these days.
It’s almost like it was built on an ancient Indian burial ground or something.

He wrecked his car, he lost his job, he was a drinker, he lived paycheck to paycheck and throughout his entire life he handled his troubles like a man – he blamed his wife.
I broke a mirror in my house. I’m supposed to get seven years of bad luck, but my lawyer thinks he can get me of in five.

I broke a mirror in my house. I’m supposed to get seven years of bad luck, but my lawyer thinks he can get me of in five.