What are three numbers that mean something to you personally?

I shall begin…

13
66
27

7

I am expecting someone here to say 666 though. Ha!

6, 1, and 6.

14
7
68

3
27
432

needing lottery numbers?

11
one is enough

38
24
36
(I’m surprised no one has used those numbers yet…)

3
13
93

7
42
125

@Patty_Melt No, just fancied seeing a thread with numbers rather than words & now I’ve gone & spoilt it!

Three 8’s.
I got them tattooed, on August the 8th, 2008…
It has even more meaning that I got it on 8–8-08…
They are mixed into the sleeve, on my left arm…

Now if I see you, I will know it’s you.

@MrGrimm888
“88” is neo nazi code for “Heil Hitler”. What does the third ‘H’ stand for?

8519

Loli. I’m aware of that. But. That’s not what my 8’s, are about.
If I had the chance, I would have beaten Hitler, to death.

@MrGrimm888 I’m just curious if your meaning is the same 888 angel number I’ve read about. Universal assistance? Not asking for your personal interpretation by any means. That’s why I only listed one, my others are person. :)

With all due respect, my ink, is my personal business.
I’ll give you a tid bit.
My parents, were married, for 8 years, before I was conceived. They tried, for 8 years, and gave up.
Then. I just happened to be.

There are other variables, that I won’t get into.

A long story, that leads to it. Coincidence, or whatever…

But. Those are my numbers….

@MrGrimm888 I get it, that’s why I asked the way I did, silly. Cool.

Haha, only on Fluther could a random question on numbers cause a bit of a to do lol

repeat the words in bold 3 times fast & you are an owl

5
7
5

The hull number of the submarine I was on.

Hull numbers?
655
662
666

@KNOWITALL . You know we crew. We’re good.

As for the wulf, and Patty. Respect.

One time, I took an 11 mile canoe trip, down the Edisto River. Decent current, and black water swamp. I happened upon a Black Labrador, early on. He ran along the banks, and swam next to me, the whole time. I couldn’t get him to stay in my boat, and I couldn’t paddle fast enough to get away from him. He swam through several low class rapids. I thought he would drown, many times. He stayed with me, all 11 miles.
At my landing spot, I finally got to read his name tag. His name, was Drake.

His endurance, and overall abilities, were incredible.
When I bought my current canoe, the name for it, was obvious… And so, I named my canoe, “The Drake.”
It’s never flipped, and has always gotten me out of trouble…

I have since learned, that the real Drake, has passed away. But. His memory, and his strength, live on, in my canoe…