A penny on the breast is worth...
In an almost Hollywood-style moment, had an amusing situation tonight with a friend and her chums.
At a bar (OK, maybe techinically it was a club... with lots of swooshy dancers and PVC) this evening, I saw a penny on the floor. In a somewhat smarmy manner -- all in good fun -- I presented it to Mark, balanced on the end of one finger -- and Mark promptly knocked my hand up.
The penny went sailing through the air, its copper surface flickering through the lights of the bar.
It landed on my chest.
My boobs.
I nearly pissed myself laughing as I stared at this shiny, piece of good-luck copper. Sitting on my rack. Does this mean my breasts will bring me luck in the future? Or that my fortune lies with my boobs?
As far as portents go, this is a pretty obvious one... though I view its message as somewhat vague.
At a bar (OK, maybe techinically it was a club... with lots of swooshy dancers and PVC) this evening, I saw a penny on the floor. In a somewhat smarmy manner -- all in good fun -- I presented it to Mark, balanced on the end of one finger -- and Mark promptly knocked my hand up.
The penny went sailing through the air, its copper surface flickering through the lights of the bar.
It landed on my chest.
My boobs.
I nearly pissed myself laughing as I stared at this shiny, piece of good-luck copper. Sitting on my rack. Does this mean my breasts will bring me luck in the future? Or that my fortune lies with my boobs?
As far as portents go, this is a pretty obvious one... though I view its message as somewhat vague.
posted by /hg | 3:40 a.m.
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