Okey dokey pig in a pokey.
Today we’re looking at people saved
by Lady Luck.
Heads uuuuup...
Oh!
Big crash there!
No one’s hurt thankfully.
There’s a bloke in orange
that looks like he was having a nap.
The crane lands right next to him.
He’s like “Oh bloody hell what was that?
Which one of you dickheads
dropped the crane?
That’s expensive
and it almost killed me.
Yeah please don’t do it again.
Okay. Everyone take 10,
time for a smoko.”
The bloke on the left
has found something on the pitch,
he throws it OH EXPLOSION!
The ref says “fuck this, game over!”
Rubbish on the field: common.
Streakers on the field: pretty common.
Hand grenades: yeah not so common.
That is very lucky he picked it up
and threw it away when he did.
Over to Poland
with a bunch of drill team blokes
giving their rifles a good toss.
One of the guys in the back
is too cocky with his load
and blows the hat off a guy in the front.
Gee whiz, the fella that was unloaded all over
is a fair dinkum professional.
He nearly gets shot
in the back of the cranium,
but barely blinks.
The Poles need to be careful
when shooting their loads.
Westbrook goes for a dunk.
Misses!
NOOOO! Bloody swished it.
That was lucky as fuck.
Athletes will try to say
“yeah nah I meant to do that.
It was intentional.
Luck is just hard work meets opportunity.”
Get fucked.
That was pure luckiness.
Baseball now,
swing battah swing.
The ball is heading towards a bloke
who’s too busy talking about
his shares portfolio.
Oh ho!
That is deadest lucky
he didn’t get a broken face.
He’s still bragging
about his portfolio.
The monkey is like
“your face nearly got broken.
Hoo, ha, ha.”
Here’s a sheila on a bike
crossing the road at the appropriate time,
but the car wanker doesn’t stop!
OHHH!
That was lucky!
I don’t even understand what happened.
She just dismounts at the perfect millisecond.
Maybe she’s an expert
in theoretical physics
or she has boneless legs
and that’s why she’s lucky?
Hard to say.
The cabbie is more concerned
with damage to his car
than the wellbeing of a fellow human.
Classic humans.
Look out for the dickhead running a red light.
He misses the car,
he misses the granny,
he misses the other car,
and the traffic light.
How’s the Granny not giving a fuck?
She’s seen a lot of shit in her time.
She’s like “eh, an out of control car
isn’t gonna stop me from getting a midday
shandy at the pub.”
Correct me if I’m wrong
but one does not usually park a truck
on a railway crossing,
do they?
OHHHH!
That pretty much went
as expected.
Absolutely shitmixed.
Wait.
Wait for it.
Ladies and gentlemen
I present to you
One Lucky Bastard.
Not a scratch on him.
I mean, the train's
probably fucked, but yeah okay
good work mate!
Pilot: TCHK—ah come in Control Tower.
FYI my plane is stuck on runway 3.
I'm experiencing technical difficulties.
Over.
Tower: TCHK— Ah... come again, pilot?
Which runway did you say?
Over.
Pilot: TCHK— Ah... copy Tower.
That’s runway 3.
Why do you ask?
[BAM!]
Pilot: TCHK— Ah belay that question tower,
I may have answered it myself.
Also, we’re gonna need a rescue vehicle
to runway 3.
And a clean pair of pants.
Over.
Tower: TCHK— Copy that.
I've got pants in the car you can borrow.
Over.
Oh nah, nah, nah nah nah
not more ducks.
Aggressive weather is one thing,
but incoming traffic
is another.
I don’t want to watch this yet
I can’t look away.
I need to know
if they're gonna survive this.
Come on lady luck.
Come o-OHHH!
Bugger me that was close.
Regroup!
Come on mum,
get these little
corkscrew shaped cock packing duck bastards
home.
It’s not just the luck of the ducks
at play here- but also the drivers.
You do not want the blood
of an entire hockey team of ducklings
on your hands.
On live tv as well.
This shit will haunt you
for the rest of your days.
OHHHhh...,
that was a truck.
That was- I don't like this.
I don't.
I don't like it. It's too close.
Come on just get
beyond the witcher's hat all the way
to the end.
You can do it.
Fuck yeah.
You've got this.
Go team Ducks. Go team Ducks.
C'mon moma.
C'mon ducklings.
Through the fens,
you can do it.
I always knew
you could do it duck 'n' ducklings.
I'm your number one
fan.
Phwoar.
Okay.
My stress levels have gone down now.