MY PALM READING EXPERIENCE: I AM GOING TO DIE!
Whoa, talk about downer. I thought it was going to be a little more elaborate. She laid her one eye on me. No, she wasn’t missing an eye like a psychic should. Eye patch and all. She was a cyclops.
Why are cyclopes always so ugly?
I walk into this palm reading place. The psychic asks me to remove my hulk hands before we start. Something about not being able to read through them. Whatever lady, its hulk hands or nothing. Then I smash them together and inform her as politely as the giant foam hands can. “Hulk Smash”. She finally convinces me to remove the hulk hands. She tells me to wash the ketchup and mustards from my finger tips. It is grossing her out. Can’t blame a guy for loving 2 for 2 hotdogs at 7-11.
She then just says. You’re going to die. I ask her how she knows that. She shows me my palms and my palm lines spell out in plain english. “Your going to die” I knew it was my future because they misspelled you’re. Whoa. I guess I just figured it was a coincidence all these years. I wink at her and told her that hairy palm shit is a fucking myth. Then try to give her a high five and she refuses. Bitch.
I ask her how it happens. She said that the future is hazy about the actual death mode. But it’s either. 1. Sleeping. Hell no. Boring. 2. Skiing off a cliff. Pretty fucking cool, as long as at the bottom of the cliff I crash through a ski lodge and land in the cozy fire. Right after some guy says. “This needs another log.” The only problem I don’t ski. 3. Helicopter crash into a shark infested volcano! I’ll take it.
Can somebody please take my body and explode it if I do die in my sleep. I gotta go out like I live. Exploding.
AWESOME SONG OF THE DAY
Yes this is also Vanished by Crystal Castles. But Crystal Castles, who got beat jacked by Timbaland also beat jacked these guys. Sooo I don’t really feel bad for CC.