Hello, Ducks!
Starzina
Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s Daily Horoscope for Friday, July 6, 2012. We cheated, and peeked
ahead at celebrity birthdays today…not only is it 50 Cent’s birthday, and
Sylvester Stallone’s birthday, and Burt Ward’s birthday, it is also the Dalai
Lama’s birthday! If that doesn’t mean it’s
time to stick a candle in your Ding-Dong™, We don’t know what does! Now let’s get through this horoscope thingie,
so We can go hire a stripper for the Dalai Lama.
(We
just said We’re gonna try to speed through this; We have no time to reflect on
the stupidity of Micro$oft Weird™ not knowing what a “thingie” is.)
We
are currently picturing several of you with a candle in your Ding-Dong™. It’s fun.
Moving
on, to the subject of email scams, The Nigerian Prince practically has his own
sit-com by now (We are thinking Chris Rock), and We are all familiar with Our “friend
who is stranded in London/Istanbul/Singapore having lost her
passport/purse/credit cards” and just needs Us to wire her a few thousand
dollars to get her home. And, as We
know, these things are churned out by robot computers in the remote steppes of
Dumbfuckistan, so there’s no sense in doing anything but deleting them and
moving on with One’s life. However,
yesterday, We received a similar e-pisstle which was deeply disturbing in a
whole new way:
Subject: Read In Your Best Interest
(Classified)
From: Your Friend
Attention!
I want you to read this message very carefully and wisely, and then keep the secret with you till further notice.
I'm a professional; hence you have no need of knowing who I am, where am from, until I arrange for a face to face meeting. I have been duly paid $50, 000.00 in advance to terminate your life for some reasons listed to me by my employer, its one I believe you call a friend. Surreptitiously, I have been following you closely for a month now and have seen that you are innocent of the accusation leveled against you.
In your best interest, do not contact the Police or try to send a copy of this to any security agents, because if you do, I will certainly know through the impeccable assistance of my secret agents, and will be forced to do what I have being duly paid to do, beside this is the first time I turned out to be a betrayer against the ethic of my profession.
Now listen, I will arrange for us to see face to face but before that I need the amount of $70,000.00, you have nothing to be afraid of. I will be coming to see you in your Office or Home determine where you wish we meet, do not set any Camera to cover us or set up any tape to record our conversation, my employer is in my control now. You will need to transfer $20, 000.00 to the account I will provide for you, before we will set our first meeting, after you have make the first advance payment to the account, I will provide you with the Tape that contains his request for me to assassinate you, which will be enough proof for you to charge him to Court (if you wish to do so), then the balance will be paid later.
You don't need my phone contact for now till am assured you are ready to comply, and being silence on this matter is very dangerous. The choice remains yours, and you have the next 72hrs to make that choice, otherwise you will live your limited life watching your back. A word is enough for the wise!
You
see what We mean? Now, We are not a
lawyer (although We would love to play one on TV), but doesn’t it seem as
though there’s a second crime afoot there, beyond the attempt to defraud? Isn’t it illegal to threaten to kill
people? And We could only imagine the
reaction of some poor recipient of this missive who is not as tightly wrapped
as We are…
Sigh.
Speaking
of guns for hire, the WaitStaff will be playing The Match Game on Friday, July 13 and Saturday, July 14, at 7:30, at
L’Etage. The SitOnMyFaceBook event is
here: http://www.facebook.com/events/234467316672300/,
but since YouPeople pay no attention to Us whatsoever, We shall just simply
tell you here in big, bold letters that Our Sistah Ovella (aka BOB MASON)
will be playing Charles Nelson Reilly this time around. So get your tickets NOW, HERE: http://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/255809
. Be there, or be BLANK.)
We just
took a random peek at Ye Olde Google-O-Meter, and discovered that some poor
soul had landed on these hallowed pages by searching Jimmy Connors
shirtless. Being fairly certain that We’d
never mentioned Jimmy Connors in these e-pisstles (for one reason, because We’re
only vaguely clear on who he is), We set off to investigate, whereupon We
learned two things: Number One: if you
are Googling for something specific, it is vitally important to enclose phrases
in quotation marks. Thus, “Jimmy Connors
shirtless”, or “Jimmy Connors” shirtless, neither of which will bring you to
Erix Daily Horoscope. (Well, they will
NOW…too bad, so sad, anal sex with your dad.)
And (B.), Google fuzzy-matches “shirtless” with “naked”(!) Which YOU know is not the same thing, and WE
know is not the same thing, but apparently Google does not. Which isn’t SO surprising, considering that
Micro$oft Weird™ doesn’t even know what a thingie is.
Here’s
the HorrorScope:
Your
new ideas are sure to be winners (Or wieners…one of those.)
(This
has been a three-day wiener theme thingie.
And now, to screw up all you perverted Googlers’ perverted Google
searches: “Jimmy Connors’ wiener, naked
and shirtless”.)
—
and it might even be relatively simple to get others to see things your way! (And We would care because…?)
Make
sure that you’re pushing things as far as they can go for now. (Maybe that’s it…We could become a
pusher. Anybody wanna buy some bath
salts? Or a loofah?)
Get ready for an unexpected ally to show up
today when you get into a disagreement with a coworker. (If We can get ready
for it, it’s not exactly unexpected, is it?
Especially now that you’ve told Us about it. AssHat.)
Someone
you rarely agree with is actually going to see things your way — in fact, they
may even come to your defense and help you win this debate. (Never debate with stupid people. They will drag you down to their level, then
beat you with experience.)
You
two are more compatible than you ever realized, and it’s time you discovered
just how compatible that is. (Note to Self:
new sit-com: I Married A Republican.)
The
two of you have the possibility for a very bright future, (Do We gotta wear
shades?)
so
spend some social time with them soon. (What fun! We can catch up on Our social diseases.)
Get
to know their other side! (Smut, smut,
chicken butt.)
You’re
feeling the weight of the world bearing down today. (Was that a fat joke?)
But
remember, you’re surrounded by people who care about you, and they’re happy to
be there with support and assistance. (So what if they’re all imaginary.)
Let
go of some your troubles by calling up a close friend. (First, an unexpected
ally was gonna show up, then We were surrounded…SURROUNDED, you said…by people
who care about Us, and now We have to resort to the telephone?!? Get yo’ shit together, Ass(tromalogical)
Ho(roscopulist).)
They’ll
bring you the joy you need. (Mmm-hmm.
With Our luck, it’ll be Joy Behar.)
(Your
Your-O-Scopes:
(Meanwhile,
why We didn’t think of this sooner, We’ve got no idea, but better laid than
necking, as they say (and how right they are!). For real live actual
ass(tromlaogical) ho(roscopular) advice, please visit Our good friend AstroGeek
here: http://agskylab.blogspot.com/. Our Own
epistular musings are of use to you only insofar as making you feel better by
comparison, but he will give you actual pertinent advice for your very own
lives, based on upon the positions and transitations of all manner of planets, planetoids,
asteroids, Altoids™, hemorrhoids, and other heavenly flotsam, jetsam, and
Jetsons. Plus, he knows all about Uranus!)
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Starzina
Starfish-Browne was born in the wagon of a traveling show…well, okay, not
really. She was actually born in Lowake, Texas, the daughter of a beautician
and either a garage mechanic or the town mailman. At sixteen, she escaped her
humble beginnings by running off with Doctor Browne’s Traveling Medicine Show
and, more to the point, Doctor Browne. Following the dissolution of this
unfortunate entanglement (Doctor Browne was a Virgo and Starzina is, of course,
an Aries), which produced a daughter, Starzina entered a contest in Soap Opera
Digest and won a scholarship to Oxford (yes, in ENGLAND), where she earned her
doctorate in the newly-created dual major of Astrology and Human Sexuality.
There is absolutely NO TRUTH to the rumor that Starzina’s second daughter has
Royal blood, despite tabloid photographs allegedly depicting her cavorting on
the Italian Riviera with Princes William and Harry, clad only in Prussian
helmets and armbands of questionable taste. Starzina currently resides with her
daughters in Philadelphia, the City That Loves You (On Your) Back, where she
enjoys Double Coupon Day at the local SuperCruise and “encouraging” the
coxswain of the Penn rowing team.
I sort of wish you actually did notify someone about that letter. (Although, there is a certain something amusing about being threatened with an assassination. I mean... that word has TWO asses in it.)
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