All right, peoples, let’s do this.
Tomorrow morning is the first of the month. Before you say anything at all, or hop out of bed, you are to say, “Rabbit-rabbit!” Not, “Hare,” nor, “Bunny,” but a double dose of the “Rabbit,” is what the Luck God ordered.
This will bring you good luck for the month of August. I didn’t make the rules.
Superstition makes about as much sense as anything else I do these days. It’s not like my 401K is picking up any fucking money.
May the month of August be lucky for you in this shitty, shitty year.