Your Weekly Horoscope by Trippy Koala

These horoscopes are provided for entertainment purposes only. The authors cannot be held responsible for any decisions or actions based, in whole or in part, on any of the information presented herein. Really, even if you believe in horoscopes (especially if you believe in horoscopes), you shouldn’t listen to anything listed herein … wait, drink water. There, that’s some advice you can heed.


You will spend several hours frantically searching your house for the remote control only to find it in the refrigerator next to the condoms and the toothpaste. You really need to get your shit together, dude.


You will never bake a pan of brownies without immediately devouring the whole thing then slumping into a deep guilt filled, sugar fueled comma. Plan your life accordingly.


Yes, there is an alternate reality with a successful version of yourself who is confident and charismatic. You are the stuff of their nightmares.


If you think about it, people and animals have been shitting for millions of years. It’s likely that every square inch of the planet has been covered in fecal matter. So, when your mom calls you a piece of shit this week, don’t take it too hard.


This week you will start a spiritual pilgrimage of sorts. Or to be less dramatic, you could just say that you’re walking down to the Arby’s to eat something that vaguely resembles animal flesh.


That goal you’ve been thinking of shooting for lately, go for it. I mean, it can’t be that difficult to find a mime you can take in a fight.


There are more stars in the sky than insults a drunk can dream up at 3 in the morning.


If you’ve ever wondered who buys that ultra-expensive “artisan” bottled water, it’s horrible, terrible people. I mean…just the worst there is.


Someone close to you is in serious need right now. I wish I could be more specific than that, but I’m really lazy. So, have fun stressing and guessing.


You will receive a confusing series of texts this week from an older relative who mistakenly thinks AF is an abbreviation for “always family.”


This week you will develop a new fear of men in tan khakis, white polo shirts, and red hats.


It’s time to call a spade a spade…er, a Nazi a Nazi. You shouldn’t need a koala to point this out to you.

This week’s horoscopes written by Darren M. Edwards

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Despite a disagreement with Noah over bathroom policies on the Ark, Tryptophan the all-knowing koala survived the flood by windsurfing with Utnapishtim for forty days and nights. In the 1800s, he hung out with Rasputin until the dude got weird. Currently, Trippy (as he prefers to be called) writes a weekly horoscope column for The Independent and offers freelance necromancy services at an affordable price. When he’s not raising the dead for low low rates, Trippy enjoys jazzercising and listening to the early work of Cat Stevens. (He’s also the creation of Darren M. Edwards and Jason Gottfried — who co-wrote horoscopes with Edwards through July 9, 2017 — but that’s entirely unimportant.)