Domino’s luck has always made me think how the hell she ended up that way. I know it was genetic engineering, didn’t pay attention in social studies, or 8 smurfs crawled in her mama’s Xbox and jerked off to the I <3 Bettie Page pinups on the walls. So riddle me this, if she has the power of “probability manipulation,” then why doesn’t she drain every casino in Las Vegas and Indian Reservation? My guess is that she’s hiding some lucky charms in magically delicious places. Rabbit foot in her cleavage, a horse shoe hanging from her VCH (which now looks like a ranch owner’s door knocker) and a bag of dried up four leaf clovers that she smokes with a whishbone pipe.
However I digress and would like to know why she’s scared of chickens. She gives them a look as if the chicken left their shopping cart in the middle of a parking lot and watching it aimlessly float around like a tumbleweed with Kenny Chesney’s “do you think my tractor’s sexy?” playing in the background and the chicken points a gun at her head ,forcing her to let the cart ding her car……but that’s just me. I could understand if there was a chicken with its head cut off flopping around her bed ( my bad) that woke her up, but chickens are an absolute good. She still gets the shivers when I eat a chicken quesadilla in front of her, so I immediately make nauseating noises and give off theatrical orgasmic faces when I’m eating it, just to be a dick. I know what you’re thinking, that I don’t think highly of Domino, that’s not true, I just think very highly of chicken quesadillas.