It's that time of the year again!!!
Remember the rules if you want to survive!

Today is brought to you by "Friggatriskaidekaphobia" and the number 13!

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An illustration of Jason Vorhees sitting on a lounge chair, with a machete, while staring at the wall calendar which shows the date as "Thursday the 12th"

Friday the 13th - it's coming!!

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Jason Vorhees wearing his mask, with his machete over his shoulder, surrounded by red hearts. Text: “I would kill to be your Valentine”

Seeing as yesterday was Friday the 13th! 😆💕💀

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Happy Friday the 13th, for those who celebrate!

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Jason Vorhees, dressed in shorts, sneakers and a short sleeve shirt over a t-shirt, relaxing with a machete resting over one shoulder, while holding a cup of coffee and sitting in an office chair

Casual Friday the 13th, which will be followed by Valentines Day!

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Jason Vorhees sitting in a lounge chair, looking at the calendar that states “Thursday the 12th”, and patiently waiting.

Thursday the 12th.
Just waiting for the clock to strike 12 midnight…

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2 Images about Friday the 13th and the number 13 with a poem by W.H. Auden: As I walked out one evening,
   Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
   Were fields of harvest wheat. And down by the brimming river
   I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
   ‘Love has no ending. ‘I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
   Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
   And the salmon sing in the street, ‘I’ll love you till the ocean
   Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
   Like geese about the sky. ‘The years shall run like rabbits,
   For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
   And the first love of the world.’ But all the clocks in the city
   Began to whirr and chime:
‘O let not Time deceive you,
   You cannot conquer Time. ‘In the burrows of the Nightmare
   Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
   And coughs when you would kiss. ‘In headaches and in worry
   Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
   To-morrow or to-day. ‘Into many a green valley
   Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
   And the diver’s brilliant bow. ‘O plunge your hands in water,
   Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
   And wonder what you’ve missed. ‘The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
   The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
   A lane to the land of the dead. ‘Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
   And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
   And Jill goes down on her back. ‘O look, look in the mirror,
   O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
   Although you cannot bless. ‘O stand, stand at the window
   As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
   With your crooked heart.’ It was late, late in the evening,
   The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
   And the deep river ran on. W. H. Auden 1907 – 1973

Happy #Triskadekaphobia Day Everybody!

Just for fun:
“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.”

Orwell used the old proverb about the thirteenth strike of a clock as the opening of ‘Nineteen Eighty-Four’ to signal that what came next changed all that came before.