Here's a long story but read it all, it's worth it...
One day, this guy spotted a friend he hadn’t seen in years. He calls out
to him, “hey Pete how ya doing?” Well Pete looks at the guy and says,
“don’t call me Pete, call me lucky.” His friend asked him why the name
change, and Lucky asked him if he remembers that terrible plane crash a
couple of years earlier? His friend said that he did. “Well”, Lucky
says, “I was the only survivor.” His friend says, “I guess you have the
right to call yourself Lucky after that.” So off they go on their
separate ways.
A year later the same two men run into each other again. The friend
calls out, “hey Lucky how ya doing?” To which Lucky replies “don’t call
me Lucky, call me Lucky Lucky.” His friend again asks about the name.
Well Lucky Lucky goes on to ask if he remembers the train crash that had
taken place just a few months earlier, and the friend said the he indeed
did remember that accident. Well, says Lucky Lucky, “ I was able to walk
away without even a scratch.” Again the friend made comment about his
luck and the company parted again.
About three weeks later, the friend spots Lucky Lucky again. This time
Lucky Lucky is limping. The friend greets him. “Hey Lucky Lucky, what
has happened to you? Has your luck ran out?”
“First off, don’t call me Lucky Lucky, call me Lucky Lucky Lucky.”
His friend wants to know how that can be since he’s walking with a limp.
Oh Lucky Lucky Lucky, kind of smiles to himself and tells his friend
that the other night he was up in his girlfriend’s apartment having a
wild time, doing the wild thing.
When the neighbor downstairs, who was cleaning his gun accidentally,
fired the rifle. The bullet came through the floor, up
through the mattress, and shot his left testicle off. His friend was
amazed as to how he could call himself Lucky Lucky Lucky.
“I’ll tell you why I call myself that. Had it been five minutes earlier,
it would have hit me right between the eyes.”
Yeah BABY yeah !