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A guy is walking down the street and meets an old friend he hasn't seen in years. "Jim! How are you?"
"Don't call me Jim, call me Mr. Lucky."
"Whadda ya mean?"
"Last month I was driving on the highway and a semi crossed the lane and headed right for me, I looked in the mirror and another semi was bearing down on me, I figured I was a goner. BOOM! The two trucks collided head on with me in the middle, somehow I was shot straight out of my car and landed on a soft embankment. Not only did I walk away form the wreck but I stuck my thumb out and the first car that came along picked me up and the driver was the world's best personal injury attorney. We sued both trucking companies and they settled out of court for 46 million bucks."

"Wow, you are Mr. Lucky."

Six month later the guy bumps into his old friend again, "So, how are things Mr. Lucky?"
"Don't call me Mr. Lucky."
"Uh oh, what happened?"
"Call me Mr. Lucky Lucky."
"What are you talking about?"
I decided to go on a flight to someplace warm and sunny, for a little relaxation. Wouldn't you know? My plane crashed into another plane in mid air, killing everyone on both planes. Not only did I walk away from that crash but I found my luggage. My attorney and i sued the airlines for 600 million dollars and we won."
"Wow, you are Mr. LuckyLucky."

A few months after that the guy sees his friend again, walking down the street. "Mr.LuckyLucky, how the heck are you?"
"Don't call me Mr. LuckyLucky. Call me Mr. LuckyLuckyLucky!"
"What now?"
"Well, I was in bed with this gal and we were banging away like mad, really going at it when her husband bursts into the room, pulls out a pistol and shoots me three times in the ass!"
"How is that lucky?"
"Are you kidding? If he'd have come in two minutes earlier, it would have been the back of my head."