Semi-Charmed Life

Time to Buy a Lotto Ticket

I was walking down towards the subway station when I spotted a dab of mustard on my sleeve. I wiped it off with a napkin and as I was wiping it, I thought to myself "wait a minute . . . I don't even eat mustard." Took a sniff and it didn't smell like anything.

I spotted another stain on my shoulder and realized it was bird shit.

At least I didn't taste it.