...and better than ever. i've been collecting some thoughts on a digital recorder that i will (eventually) put on here. there's plenty to write/talk about, so let's get right to it.
I was watching Montel the other day. i can't stand that guy. anyway, the guest was a female psychic. and of course, they did the obligatory "how long have you been able to do this" kind of crap. lame. here's the great part though... when they get to the audience Q&A.
there seem to be several different personalities that go to a talk show to see a psychic.
1.) the lady who just lost her husband and is lonely,
2.) the person who is alone and wants to know if they'll ever find "true love",
3.) the guy who gets dragged along against his will, even though the world series of cockfighting is on espn2.
that has nothing to do with the rest of the story. here's what happened next:
Lady: do i have any messages from beyond?
Psychic: yes, i see a heavy set man, a very very large man.
~Lady looks extremely confused; psychic realizes she has totally bombed~
Psychic: well, maybe not heavy, but... lanky. he says don't worry about him, he's doing fine.
~Lady looks a little confused and really skeptical, reluctantly sits down~
there are so many problems here that i don't know where to begin. first of all, HEAVY and LANKY are not even remotely similar. i love it, because the psychic looked like a total ass on national television.
also, why do people always ask if they have messages from dead people? and they ALWAYS DO!!! and it's ALWAYS GOOD NEWS!!! i've never heard a psychic be like, "nope, no news today. oh wait, there is one thing. your uncle marty says he's in extraordinary pain, aaand... that there is no God. oh and also, he says you owe him twenty bucks."
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