Don’t cry, baby. It’s just what God wants.
I don’t give a damn what Fate says. You eat what you want to eat.
Time to reapply that sun screen since the stars are really pissed this week. Don’t let the Fates burn you again.
Back for another round, eh? The stars and your ex were wrong. You do persevere with some things!
The Psychic Strike has ended with only half of management being turned into toads. Here are this week’s Horrorscopes!
Miss Cleo Tested … Aleister Crowley Approved! Here are this week’s Horrorscopes!
Sorry for the delay. Beth’s still figuring out the crystal ball.
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Your future is my future. You already owe me money.
Ah, my friend, you’d be best not to check your bank account this week.