So all of my classes got canceled for today. Awesome. Great. Superb.

Last night, naturally, I go out an party, spend too much money (all that I had in my wallet) and had a great time. Brett, Joe, and the 8th and 8th crew came to my house for a post game party and reclaimed their possession of the John Jensen Jr. portrait, cutting my finger in the struggle.

After all was said and done, it was a great night. But could that possible lead to a great morning for the man that has never had more than 3 seconds of luck in a row?

Wonderboy, what is the secret of your power? Wonderb– (my ringtone)
Brad wakes up, doesn’t recognize the number: Hello?
Hello, Brad?
Uh, yeah.
Hi, this is Cade from the KRRO morning show. You entered to win our backstage pass on our website?
Yeah!
Well you won. Can you be in at 7 am tomorrow to get some prizes and go on the radio?
Yeah, boi! (I just watched the Comedy Central roast of Flavor Flav… and I apologize)

Not to say that my luck has been bad before… but I expected to contract leprosy before talking to Cade from the KRRO morning show.

One more analogy? Okay. If there was a turd in a jar to win, and I was the only person with my name in the drawing hat, the guy drawing would reach in, pull out a rabbit, say, “WTF?” and the rabbit would take my turd in a jar and hop away. Bastard rabbit.