Statistics say that nearly 78 percent of rapes are committed by someone the victim knew, but you’ll insist next week that the more correct phrasing is “thought they knew.”
While it’s possible that, one day, you’ll be able to forgive your husband for walking out on your children, you will never forgive him for walking out on your children without you.
According to the stars, a misguided attempt to prevent injury will instead result in a debilitating spinal-cord injury when you attempt to lift a 500-pound pallet of ball bearings with your knees, instead of using a forklift.
For years you’ve thought of yourself as most resembling the Greek goddess Aphrodite, but the stars think that you are ready to know the truth: You’re a mix between Teiresias, the Gorgon sisters, and Cerberus.
You will feel let down by the historical inaccuracies at a nearby medieval-themed restaurant this week before paying a visit to its bathroom.
Your attempt to play guitar under the bedroom window of your one true love will fail this week when you are denied flame-cannon permits.
You will be forever labeled “quixotic” after mistaking a field of windmills for the solution to the world’s energy crisis.
Sure, they may all be laughing at you now, but pretty soon they’ll have to stop in order to catch their breath.
Despite there being over 50 different words for snow in Inuktitut, you will fail time after time to score cocaine while visiting the Yukon next week.
While it’s often true that two heads are better than one, the shattered skull of your adulterous wife will prove no help in coming up with a place to bury the body.
The stars say that birdwatchers from all over the world will congregate outside your home sometime next week to observe more than five distinct species of vultures.
You’ll be forced to learn yet another lesson the hard way this week, but it’s college-level differential calculus for engineers, and that’s the way everyone learns.
