If I ran The Universe, instead of fortune cookies, you’d get a fortune clam. You’d have to work to open it, and it would speak harsh truths: “Sherry gave you herpes,” or “Your parents leave everything to your sister, because you’re really adopted.”
If I ran The Universe, instead of fortune cookies, you’d get a fortune clam. You’d have to work to open it, and it would speak harsh truths: “Sherry gave you herpes,” or “Your parents leave everything to your sister, because you’re really adopted.”
Harharhar. I’d fully support this movement.