The good news: the red-headed waitress at Bob's Big Boy gave you her phone number because your signs were compatible. The bad news: like all Capricorns, you are a natural-born stalker and a mouth-breather. You park outside her apartment all night until 5 a.m., when you make a dash to Dunkin' Donuts for the fresh crullers. Speeding back, you're pulled over by cops who assume the powdered sugar on your dashboard is cocaine. You're able to bribe them with chocolate eclairs, but in the meantime the redhead has taken the opportunity to flee the country.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
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