On the seventh hour of the seventh day
Apparently if you stand an egg on its end at exactly 7:07 AM today, 7/7/07, it will fall over. Just to be safe I'm in Las Vegas wagering ten dollars on red, then flying home on an old Boeing 707 chartered by a group of gambling numerologists. If we don't arrive at baggage carousel 7 we're all going to weep openly.
But I was born for good luck.
But I was born for good luck.