You’ll be overrun with shallow, boring romance-seekers merely because you genuinely enjoy long walks and sunsets.
You’re getting tired of living out of boxes, but if you stop now, you’ll damage your reputation as the patron saint of the cardboard cubist lifestyle.
There are those who say you’re just a glorified janitor, but you fail to see how the titanium mop and bucket add glory to what you do.
You’ll soon learn the important legal and semantic differences between the phrases “folksingers should just die” and “it’d sure be nice if someone slaughtered all the folksingers.”
Hey, it’s not your fault if the others around the office don’t find your horrifyingly racist sense of humor funny.
You’ll be surprised and pleased to find yourself listed between Leah and Levi in
There’s no law about over-enjoying the work of Uriah Heep, but the judicial flexibility built into our society will see that you get what’s coming to you anyway.
Leprosy is certainly not the problem it once was, but that might not be any consolation to you.
The National Hockey League lockout will have little or no effect on you, which is fairly surprising, considering you’re Lord Stanley’s Cup.
You’ll experience a soufflé that sends you into a white-hot inferno of culinary passion, instantly incinerating you and everyone in the downtown restaurant district.
This week will be prime for advancement at work, as long as you manage to avoid the ball lightning and the other guys don’t.
Good news: The airline will only charge you four Frequent Flier Miles for your violently abbreviated flight this Friday.
