posted on November 14, 2005 07:00:22 PM new
A blonde visited a psychic of some local repute.
In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the mystic delivered grave news:
"There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just be blunt: prepare yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent and horrible death this year."
Visibly shaken, the blonde stared at the woman's lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands. She took a few deep breaths to compose herself. She simply had to know. She met the fortune teller's gaze, steadied her voice, and asked:
"Will I be acquitted?"
I gave my liberal neighbors son a book for his birthday. He went crazy trying to find where to put the batteries.
