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You will endure a barrage of swallowing-centric innuendo this week after your uvula swells up, blocking your windpipe and nearly choking you to death. In the future, you’ll want to practice fellatio on something less abrasive than a wooden broom handle. (You definitely do need to keep practicing, though.)
You’ll realize that vowing never to leave the state and attending a university owned by a corporate cult ended up having unanticipated consequences after all when learning that the Earth isn’t flat comes to you as a great shock. You will also finally let your sphincter relax and grow a beard. Yes, even you, female Libras. Let your freak flags fly.
After spending one hour browsing through Huffington Post this week, you will get the impression that over half the American population is transgender, prompting you to realize that you are also transgender. This will then lead you to discover that you have actually been incorrectly sexed this whole time. Granted, it was hard to tell just from looking at you, even naked. So that’s good news, I guess, sort of.
After attending a music festival held in a polygamous community, you’ll decide to give polygamy a try. This will end as well for you as when you attended that other music festival and tried LSD and meth at the same time.
Much to your family’s horror, after finishing Dave Eggers’ “A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius” this week, you’ll decide to start referring to the bathroom as your “masturbatorium.” The upside is that everyone in the house will finally start washing their hands regularly.