she then said put it back in the deck and let me read your palm.
i extended my hand.
she said your hand says take off your shirt.
i was all what sort of operation are you people running here?
the donkey in the corner brayed.
i took off my shirt.
fortune teller said Sacre Bleu and rang a bell.
three more ladies rushed in and they all looked at my bare chest
his chest hair looks like the Stanley Cup!
no it doesnt it looks like the cloud of an Atomic Bomb!
NO IT LOOKS LIKE THE SAND OF TIME IN A THING A MA BOB!
they gave me back my money lit incense and threw me out.
later they texted me this question
“who is gonna win the stanley cup this year? we gotta know.”