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Horoscope for the week of September 23, 1997

Your long journey toward spiritual perfection will be hindered this week by yet another sexy priest.


You’re tired of the people at work treating you like an incompetent nincompoop, but upon further reflection, you have to admit they’re right.

You will be chosen to star in a new television adventure series this week. Unfortunately, the show’s title is

All your hip, ironic ’80s rock T-shirts will wear out at once this week, leaving you feeling despondent and old.

After being abandoned on a cross-country family camping trip, your beloved German shepherd will cover 2,000 miles to return home and tear out your femoral artery.

The stars in Leo are harbingers of neither good nor evil this week. They are, in fact, massive fusion reactions millions of miles across.

No matter what happens to you this week, the good people at Virgo are there to help. Virgo… Where People Are The Stars.™

Your last words will become famous around the world next Friday.

You will enjoy inner peace this week when you finally come to terms with your grandmother’s death, almost 10 years after you beat her skull in with a tire iron.

Your love life takes a turn for the better this week when you discover a magic passion elixir made from the secretions of Spanish flies.

Fire and earth magic are strong in Aquarius this week. Seek out the nearest active volcano and throw virgins into the caldera until you become rich and famous.

You learn that good intentions don’t always lead to good results this week when your plan to unite Russia under a centrally controlled Catholic monarchy leads to the slaughter of 40 million peasants.