Who the hell wrote this fortune cookie message? An overindulgent Upper West Side mom who considers her brat’s every whine an aria, every scribble a masterpiece, and every diaper load a miracle? Way to overstate, fortune cookie company scribe! Bravo!
Then again, perhaps I should sympathize with the unfortunate guy. I can just see him hard at work on a tiny portable typewriter, up to his bleary eyes and ink-stained elbows in paper cliché, overloaded with trite thumbs-up wisdom for the aprés dim sum set, daring the gods to strike him down for such a loaded order.
I will pay you $5.00 for that fortune.
Offered by: Mrs. Z on January 3, 2008 11:10 AMThe period of time you will be fortunate is not disclosed. The sad truth is that immediately after this brief period of fortune, you will have the most unpleasant of experiences...
Yes, the upcoming heat wave will not only melt all the snow, leaving behind piles of detritus of undiscriminant origin, but will prompt many of your fellow city dwellers to cast off their modest coverings and don clothing that simultaneously exposes their doughy, pasty physique while allowing their noxious odors to waft up from their recently exposed nether regions. Poo-pourri, if you will.
Offered by: Thomas on January 3, 2008 8:03 AMI have absolutely no idea what that second paragraph says, therefore I know it to be brilliantly written, sartorically twisted and artistically crafted.
Brava!
Offered by: Ds on January 2, 2008 11:01 PMi will be unfortunate in everything.
i spent my new years watching abba videos on youtube (and crying) and then watching stairway to stardom on youtube (and laughing and then crying).
give it a whirl.
Offered by: sass on January 2, 2008 9:36 PMPaper cliché? We made masks out of that in grade school. I think.
Offered by: Jeffrey on January 2, 2008 7:08 PM
