It's understandable that fortune cookies are going to have positive messages since restaurants want their patrons to come away with a good feeling after filling their gullets, but I'd like to see slips of paper that have some dark humor or strangeness in 'em.
So here are some candidates:
- It's really you, not him.
- You've had one too many Tsingtaos.
- It really didn't happen for a reason. Often random stuff happens. Deal with it.
- You need a new hairdo.
- There won't be a second date.
- Bitterness is your friend. Solitude is your spouse.
- He's cheating on you. He's been doing so for months.
- In the Clifford books, they conveniently don't address the dog manure situation. I mean, Clifford's huge, right? Just imagine what kind of pressure that island ecosystem is under.
- Pull up your damn pants/shorts and get a belt to hold them up.
- You're tired of his crap, aren't you?
- In regard to clowns, what's their deal? Do you despise them like I do?
- It's no coindicence that eating fatty foods activates the neurological pleasure circuitry in the same way that cocaine, heroin and amphetamines activate it.
- You're going to regret those tatoos.
- Get off my property.
- One could argue that Jesus was a socialist. Discuss that proposition and its implications.
- Are you going to tell her that she has a booger in his nose or not?
- How have those New Year's resolutions worked out?
- Cookie Monster is a member of Mensa along with a number of porn stars.
- "I'm as serious as cancer" is one of the dumbest statements ever made.
- She's dating you, but she's looking for someone better.
- Why don't the Chinese make better wine?
- That statement you said earlier to your kid--your dad said that to you when you were a kid.
- What's your requested meal before you go to the chair?
- You're such a narcissist.
- Ars est celare artem.
6 comments:
As they say (and punctuate): Best. Fortunes. Ever. And I know you know which one is my favorite.
This post obviously happened for a reason--predetermination and such.
"That wasn't chicken."
Well done, travolta.
Once upon a time, when I was home sick, I read *Help I'm a Prisoner in a Chinese Bakery* and thought it was the best. book. ever.
How retro of you, Fern.
That would be a good fortune.
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