Your extremely trying week will not be improved by your decision to deal with all problems by leaning on the horn.
The throbbing inside your skull will finally come to a stop this week, signaling the end of the Trematode’s gestation period.
The stars foresee a second job promotion in the days to come, though they should probably be telling Dave about it instead of you.
You’ll soon possess the courage of 10 men, and the sexually transmitted diseases of about 50.
The hounds of hell will be at your door this week, clawing furiously to be let out and use the bathroom.
Despite the offer of a brand new car, an all-expense-paid trip to Greece, and a four-piece living room set, you’ll once again go for the box with the question mark on it.
You’ll die a little bit on the inside this week, and a whole heck of a lot on the outside.
It’ll be a nuisance wearing the Nielsen box on your head all week, but at least you’ll find out that your viewership goes up when you’re fighting or having sex.
Everyone wants to live forever, but in your case it would just mean more time being chased by an angry swarm of bees.
Nobody likes a know-it-all, but then, you probably knew that already, you smug jerk.
You should have more folding chairs around. If wrestlers come over and can’t find one, they’ll use something else.
Success is often difficult to define, though for you, it pretty much boils down to filling that cup with clean urine.
