Tragedy strikes you yet again this week when you have the nerve to tell him you prefer his brother, Comedy.
Your existence will be called into question when "Weird Al" Yankovic uses your life’s work as the basis for a song.
It's time to come to terms with your less-than-perfect childhood. After all, you did get to meet Robin Ventura during his tour of minimum-security ...
You need to achieve a sense of balance in life. If not, elemental forces beyond your control will send you constantly crashing to the ground.
Nothing will be able to stop you from developing an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, especially in the area of the nightly prime-time-television schedule.
The stars would give you a horoscope, but you dropped the ball last week when you failed to meet a dark, handsome stranger. This is ...
Everything you attempt this week will end in failure, which is a considerable improvement over that one week last year when everything ended in multiple ...
You will soon be surrounded by medical personnel saying things like "Tzaarp!" "Ka-Blishzzht!" and "Flazzort!" in an effort to describe the sound of your body ...
Certain events of this week will serve to correct your misconception that salt is a good thing to rub in wounds.
You will discover an unfortunate downside to eating too many of those scrumptious, non-fat sleeping pills.
Stop yourself from gaining weight: Wrap your midriff in aluminum foil to block the CIA’s orbital stomach-control lasers.
The stars were considering warning you about next Friday, but they've decided it would be funnier if you found out about the goats yourself.
It's not that people won’t care when they see you get hit by a bus. It's just that they know an attention-getting ...
If the advice of the stars has still somehow failed to bring you happiness, don't worry: There's probably just something terribly wrong with ...
At long last, you finally achieve total domination of the woodwind section of the Berlin Philharmonic.
Stop blaming your problems on the people in your life. Blame various government agencies instead.
Your loud public whining about "getting the hell out of this podunk town" will finally drive your fellow Manhattanites over the edge.
Explorers will finally find the long lost city of Atlantis this week. All the evidence will point to you.
The stars say you will find happiness beyond your wildest dreams. But after that, their message trails off into drunken streams of profanity.
Nobody will believe your outrageous tale of saving 25 cents on a bar of deodorant soap.