". . . And it's your Mom. You will die alone."
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Washing down the kung pao chicken of life with a fortune cookie and a dose of reality.
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How the Cookie Crumbles
The concept for this blog is pretty simple: I get fortunes, and I then come up with what the next line of the fortune might be. Did you ever play that game where you add "in bed" to the end of the fortune? Think of this as like that game, but requiring more effort to achieve something that will never be as funny as "in bed."
Despite what the number of fortunes might suggest, I am not 500 lbs. Nor do I reek of moo shu pork. Thus, I don't eat out enough to keep this going for too long. If you have your own fortunes you want to share, send me a picture (along with your own next line) and maybe I'll post it. Hit me up at SoldierFortuna {A.T.} gmail.
Some Vague Facts About Your Anonymous Cookie Monster
- SoldierOfFortune
- I'm a 26 year old male from Cleveland, Ohio. But sometimes I feel more like I'm from 1962. I have a JD, and I vaguely work in the legal profession. Surely after seven years at highly regarded educational institutions, I should be able to find more refined ways to amuse myself, but I haven't.
Some Legal Crap (After all, I am a lawyer)
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