Your tarot card for the day is The Sass.

Your prognosis is to keep shit posting.

It says it will change your star sign bro.

It’s like the inside of your thighs, except with a tongue.

Captain Zapp Brannigan: That young man fills me with hope. Plus some other emotions which are weird and deeply confusing.

I believe there should be slide sheets/ sleds and/or evacuation chairs in place for this.

Ahhh it’s ‘got no bowls to spare’

Football Manager for sure, although I do enjoy playing it equally.