Da Horror of Da 'Scopes
You're finally entering the period of life in which the things that you want to do greatly outnumber the things that you will eventually do.
The way to respond to a stupid question is to pretend not to hear it, which is why your friends all seem to have hearing problems.
An elite squad of international assassins will target you in an effort to make sure that the secrets behind your famous chili stay secret.
Everyone has one of those uncles who knows how to use a rifle, add a deck to the house, and catch a trout—everyone, that is, except for your nephew.
After everyone has spoken, there will be an awkward, 90-second silence, at which point people will agree that you've been eulogized enough.
After 14 long years, you will be admitted to the Baseball Hall Of Fame when you finally come up with the $11.50 admission price.
Once again, you'll be surprised by how many of your troubles can be traced back to that smelly old couch.
Though it's noble that you became an accounts adjuster to make the world a better place, it remains unclear exactly how that's going to happen.
Keep in mind that it's important to set goals so you feel appropriately pathetic when you fail to achieve them.
Heartbreak is in the stars for you this week when the woman of your dreams confesses she cannot love a man with such an unholy appetite for pie.
You've had your picture in the paper before, but never in connection with a catastrophic bridge collapse.
Remember, it's not how hard you beat the goat, but whether the goat you're beating is on fire.