Gentleman Luck

I don't believe too much in luck, but for some reason I won't allow myself [like ever, ever] to drop bomb #13 into the safe at work..[by bomb I mean a piece of blue colored plastic which holds money when there is too much in the tills, and by drop I mean it goes down a funky lil shoot into the safe where we can harbor the hard cash for hard drugs]. Even if it was the last bomb in existence I would sooner stuff the money into insert employees name here mouth. I don't give a *expletive* about black cats or walking under ladders or any of this lucky charm bull shit "Awww is that a dead bunny's foot your holding there? How cute!". But I draw the line at bomb #13, it will destroy us all...