Your newfound ability to pick up Canadian radio stations will be the only positive side effect of the brand-new steel plate in your head.
After hearing a new Keith Sweat version of “Your Song,” your spouse will stab you to death and eat your corpse.
A crafty door-to-door salesman will weave his silver-tongued magic about you, leaving you with the world’s largest collection of sea monkeys.
Your legendary love of mashed potatoes leads to romance when you discover a way to unlock the erotic potential of hot cream gravy and clarified butter.
Your death and ascension into heaven will take a disappointing turn when, in a break with tradition, the souls of those you slew in battle refuse to serve you cold beer.
Your comforting weekly routine is broken up when your mother’s profanity-laden phone call never comes.
You will spend the week in a walking coma after a slick big-city lawyer fills your head with a bunch of nonsense.
Dismay and hopelessness will enter your dreary little life this week in the form of twin sons.
You will achieve a kind of immortality this week when you become the first person in history to be bludgeoned to death with a lace doily.
You return from a much-needed vacation to find your wine cellar depleted and the muddy bootprints of two dozen construction workers in your wife’s bedroom.
A film festival featuring all your early screen appearances will soon be showing in your hometown, but Sam’s Super Sleazy XXX Sin-ema will refuse to give your family free tickets.
A surprise visit from your mother leads to a wacky mix-up when she finds the 700 used syringes you were saving for an art project.
