I have about a dozen posts I'd like to throw up right now. Not literally throw up, because that is not how I come up with blogs, believe me. (Anymore.)
While I'm trying to assemble my thoughts and straighten out the internets, please help me interpret this fortune I unwrapped:
"ACCEPT THE NEXT PROPOSITION YOU RECEIVE"
Why do I have a feeling of foreboding?
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18 comments:
FIRST COMMENT!!! YES!!!
Now I can be the first to make an evil proposition which you must accept or suffer bad luck for ten years:
I would like to propose that you come clean out my refrigerator.
The fortune says you must. REFUSE AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Are you sure that one wasn't planted?
Just make sure your husband is the first one to proposition you then I think you're good to go...
Sounds like the plygs work at the Panda...
Proposition: Come to cooking club thursday night. We need your gourmet-ness!
I know I'm not alone in this, but we always follow up our fortunes with the words: "...in bed" after them.
So, that leaves me to wonder exactly what OH has in mind for you.
Yo, freaky. I asked you to the movie this afternoon before I even read this, and you said no. So, I think the foreboding is the fact you should have said yes.
Do not walk past any construction sites. You WILL get propositioned...
Actually, I'd end every fortune with "...in the bathtub." So, what does THAT mean???
Ok, here is a fantastic proposition..go check out my new review blog. I am giving away some FUN stuff - www.prairiemamareviews.com
I thought it said POSITION... my mind went to the dirty place. Although that always clears my head!
We add "in bed" to the end of every fortune. It's kind of unnecessary in this case. Or else I just have a dirty mind.
I propose you throw up your dozen posts ALL AT ONCE.
It could be a proposition to accept a large sum of money to kill someone. If killing people is your schtick, by all means, accept.
And I sure hope you know the person who just advertised their giveaway. I freaking hate those "comments".
Amway anyone?
Well, if you were living in the East Village, I'd be scared.
If I got that fortune, my Husband would definitely fit that bill. perv.
HOOKER!
Oh the wicked comments that are on the tip of my tongue.
Get out the lengerie.
Wow. I don't even know how to spell that word.
I've been married too darn long.
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