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Your Horoscopes — Week Of November 18, 2014

You’ll be ruled unfit for trial, but they seem to think you’re just fine for sentencing and execution.


You’ll show the world just how good an infant car seat can be once you cast aside petty concerns like cost and safety.

It’s not true that opening the dictionary to “loser” shows your picture, but for some reason they’re still using it for “anteater,” “caisson,” and “dumbass.”

Sadly, it turns out that of all the people you’ve ever known, the only one who has your best interests at heart is comedian Katt Williams.

For some reason, all your plans for life boil down to “In the confusion, we get away with both the money and the girl.”

We don’t get to choose the person we fall in love with, as is obvious from the human pile of garbage you’ll be following around with roses and candy this week.

They say if you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for anything, which is good enough for people who aren’t going to have their legs taken off by a road grader this week.

Now that you take a closer look at what’s on display, you can tell exactly why the emperor has no clothes. I mean, Jesus Christ.

You said you’d retired, but $45 and a free bag of groceries isn’t something a person can just walk away from.

You have to stop worrying about what everyone else says, especially nonsense like “You should dress better,” “Nice people don’t do that,” and “Put down the gun and release the hostages.”

You’ve always thought of yourself as the ultimate cat person, but you’ll change your mind this week after meeting the 7 feet of man and whiskers that is Big Meow Johnson.

You will soon make a comfortable living exploiting other people’s deep-seated anxieties and crippling fears.