You won’t be thanked for helping to solve a major social problem when people decide to give all the credit to the guy who made the bumper sticker.
The inexorable power of destiny would render you powerless to stop the fateful events of next week, were anything ever to actually happen to you.
You’ve always believed you should go with your gut in important matters, which is why every major decision in your life has been accompanied by chili-cheese fries.
Although you’ve always claimed you’d quit when you thought you’d reached your peak, you’ll find it easy to keep going when no one seems to think you’ll ever improve.
You take pride in being able to take whatever life throws at you, but you really weren’t expecting this many opossums.
After all you’ve been through, it’s nice to know that lightning doesn’t strike twice. Strangely, it turns out that’s not true for falling safes or pianos.
You’ve tried leaving poems at the scene, leaving signature marks, and only working on Sundays, but the papers insist on merely calling you “The Nickname-less Killer.”
You’ve always had a strong fight-or-flight reflex, which turns out to be completely useless when negotiating for the best price on a bedroom set.
You’ve finally risen to the top of your profession only to find the world’s other 450,000 deep-fryer operators are pretty much there, too.
You’re really getting tired of the meme of the dead hooker in the trunk, as no one ever seems to acknowledge how much work the whole situation can be.
You’ll experience a breathtaking whirlwind romance this week when it’s endlessly recounted by a long- winded co-worker.
You’ve avoided throwing the baby out with the bathwater. However, you’re now left with the problem of how to dispose of a clean but rapidly drying baby.
