Your willingness to gamble on extreme long shots is endearing, but you never should’ve bet your life savings on the Bears to win the 1986 world championship.
Your ruthlessness in carrying out love-triangle arbitrage will earn you a fearsome reputation as a short-term emotional-bond trader.
Nothing you’ve been told will prepare you for the pain of childbirth, especially when your daughter bursts from your brow, decapitating you instantly.
It’s true that the best things in life are free, but you’ve never been the kind of person who demands quality.
The ghost of Roger Troutman magically appears to you whenever you do something funky, which explains why you’ve seen him only once.
You thought pulling off the heist would be as easy as taking candy from a baby, but then you found out the four tons of fine imported Italian chocolates had to be kept at a constant temperature.
Upon your death this Friday, you’ll find that entrance to heaven is granted only to members and those non-members who first agree to view a half-millennium sales presentation for condos in Elysium.
Many major changes are ahead for you this week, but you’ll probably give most of your attention to the changes involving temperature, altitude, and brain activity.
You’ll be overcome with a mixture of empathy and annoyance when you accidentally stumble into the closet where all the suppressed homosexuals hang out.
You have an irrefutable message concerning the importance of psychoactive drugs in personal development, but no one will heed your boring, hyper-rational lectures.
In your quest for supremacy, you’ll be accused of overlooking the human cost. But you’ll know that’s ridiculous—you’ve already spent well over $700.
Everyone is aware that you don’t care what the people say, but that doesn’t mean they’ll listen when you tell them you’re going to love them anyway.
