Good news,
I finished the weekly horoscope in record time. The ghosts of Edgar Cayce and J. Edgar Hoover told me what to do. I shouldn’t joke about that; a former girlfriend (a different one from the psycho) can no longer watch TV since the TV “tells her what to do.” She wanted to get married at one time; dodged that bullet.
Elisabeth Shue has still not shown up on my doorstep. Maybe she’s afraid she wouldn’t be able to handle all the sex; I dunno.
Anyway, check out the horoscope. If any of it comes true – PLEASE LET ME KNOW!
Remove the old paint first,
Glaston
