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The Season for Babies!
Supposedly, today is Remus Lupin's birthday.
His Onion horoscope, then, is as follows:
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HOLY KAPOOKA! I've always eschewed astrology but ... this one's spot on!
Well... mostly...
Maybe this is what Professor Trelawney saw in her crystal ball, the prospect of which frightened him so.
In reference to the subject line: All of a sudden a significant percentage of people I know have babies popping out of them. What is up with that? Is it like some contagion or something?
His Onion horoscope, then, is as follows:
Pisces: (Feb. 19—March 20)
You'll set out to tell the tragic story of hopeless love among the beautiful and doomed, but your efforts will result in a full Broadway cast, a Bryan Adams ballad, and endless pages of heartfelt online fan-fiction.
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HOLY KAPOOKA! I've always eschewed astrology but ... this one's spot on!
Well... mostly...
Maybe this is what Professor Trelawney saw in her crystal ball, the prospect of which frightened him so.
In reference to the subject line: All of a sudden a significant percentage of people I know have babies popping out of them. What is up with that? Is it like some contagion or something?
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Love is in the air, I suppose. Love and its associated... side-effects.
Luckily I seem as impervious to twitterpation as to Plague2005 (and that's just asking for it!)...
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Twenty four hours before thanksgiving.
"Hello" to those of you sick enough to get that.
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weird
(Anonymous) 2005-03-24 02:50 am (UTC)(link)