Throughout my life I have found myself on the business end of Murphy’s Law, and left with a less than savory taste in my mouth for such nonsense. Now, don’t get me wrong, I am not a superstitious person in any way (it’s bad luck), but something must be done. So some time ago I embarked on the perilous task of taking on the undoing of Murphy’s Law. I charged myself with the unenviable job of giving Murphy and his law the what for, leaving no stone unturned in my endless search for the solution and prevention of Murphy’s Law in all corners of the world.

Yes it was tedious, and daunting, and fraught with most certain trauma in experience. But to uncover such a solution as this would find me being hailed as genius in the intellectual realm. My results would be sought after far and wide, and people would come in droves just for a chance to meet the intellectual giant who dared face such a task and tackle it, like a lion on the Serengeti ensnaring it’s pray. My name would go down in the annals of history, and my descendants would live comfortably in the upper echelon of society by name alone. Murphy’s Law would be nothing more than a forgotten remnant of days gone past.

Yes, it was to be glorious.

Unfortunately, things started going wrong from the word “go”. This little endeavor never even made it out of the gate. Sorry, I guess you’re on your own on this one.