OK, the Magic 8 Ball is available for some psychic testing, after me, the gypsey, went to a mate's house to drink straight whiskey, because life sucked yesterday.
Fayzer - "Is the boy you're going to date tonight going to turn you into his fuckbuddy?"
Answer: "Not now." (But maybe later. However, you're getting sex, so all is good.)
Chris: "Will you have sex with a human woman this weekend?" (You a little wierd, Chris, but sure...ok)
Answer: "I have my doubts." (Maybe it will be a monkey afterall. Again, though, you're getting some.)
Brandon - "Will things work out with Eve?"
Answer: " A definite yes." (Whhoo hoo, Go brandon, go brandon)
"Will you be alone for longer than five months from now?
Answer:"Looking good." Sorry old chap.
Robin - "Will you get married?"
Answer - "Absolutely not." Shit. Sorry dude. But who wants to get married anyway, right?
"Will you have kids before your eggs dry up?"
Answer:"You will have to wait."
Will you win the lottery?
Answer: "Are you kidding." Stupid Magic 8 Ball. It said that with me too.
BlogHo - "Is there an orgasm in the future for you?"
Answer:"Are you kidding? " (I told it I'm not, so let's try again:
Answer#2: "Absolutely not." Oh dear.
"Is his wife involvedin him not having an orgasm?"
Answer:"Yes". Oh dear.
"Will God pick Ho in The Rapture?
Answer: "Forget about it."
Once again Ho, I am sorry. Please blame the stoopid ball though, not me. Because if you really want that orgasm, pal, you'll get it.