Raining shit, grab an umbrella.

When it rains, it pours.

Fatarse used to make fun of me because it always would rain shit on me like none other. And it wouldn't even be just a few little things, it would be a ton of bad things all within a short period of time, hence being called the unluckiest Irish.

Example: New years.

First off, BOO new years. I've never had a good one.

2 New Years(es?) ago, I foolishly held a party. The plan originally was that The Guys would play in the basement, and people would come to listen. However, They skivved off and said they would be back but they were going to check out another party.

Suddenly, G-unit showed up at my door. 50 gansters (ok, more like 15) waltzed through my door tramping all of Canada in its winter glory through the door. Then they get uncontrollable. Then stuff starts to go missing. Then my Australian who was visiting notices the spare room where all his stuff is has been broken into. Then he notices my $250 skateboard is missing (later found). Then my buddies little brother tells me he recovered a fur coat that had been stolen outside. Then we noticed my brothers speakers had been kicked in. Then we noticed part of the wall was missing. Then a huge fight broke out, which i had to help break up. Through all this I was on the phone trying to get the guys to come back, with no victory. Then Toxic showed up, he had been jumped and his head kicked into a curb a few times. Then I walked in on my friend (who had a girlfriend) with his pants around his ankles and my other friend in front of him. In my mothers room. Then The Guys showed up, I screamed and yelled, they left.

See what I mean?