Lucky Day

Your final horoscope summarized for your whole life:

Enough with the lies because now is the time for you to find out the truth behind your daily sufferings and misfortunes. You might not want to greet your parents good morning first thing today for they did try to abort you before you were born, which explains your perfectly funny nose. Your dog has never been the man’s best friend. Friends you call did not only mock you in front of you as part of your habitual friendship bonding but they really mean it. As in mean it. Your pasta is made of combined PVC, goat poop, red juice from a used tampon and the likes served as an alternative in accordance of waste management in your country. Continue reading “Lucky Day”