It is, was, and ever shall be a lucky day, and no fictionary character in some cartoon with his ladder, and his black cat, and his banana peel, and his fancy schmancy circley starry thingie, and his ᴋʀᴀᴋ!, and his ᴡʜᴀᴍ!, and his ᴋᴀᴡʜᴜᴍᴘ! and his ’57 Studebaker eyeglasses can change that.
I was born in March.
On the the 13th of the month.
It was a Friday.
It is, was, and ever shall be a lucky day, and no fictionary character in some cartoon with his ladder, and his black cat, and his banana peel, and his fancy schmancy circley starry thingie, and his ᴋʀᴀᴋ!, and his ᴡʜᴀᴍ!, and his ᴋᴀᴡʜᴜᴍᴘ! and his ’57 Studebaker eyeglasses can change that.
Ever.