Updated: Aug 3
I know a man who visited a psychic for a reading once and was turned away. “I’m not reading you.” The Grand Master rang the division bell.
Once, I met a man by complete chance that claimed to be a practicing psychic. “Read me.” He gazed at my left palm and laughed. “You’ll be just fine.”
Who picked up their phone on Thursday, June 27th and tried to dial my number? I dazed out on “sexyboi” for a moment. In slow motion, I heard the distant sound of a house phone ring twice. “I’m here.”
Who sent the rabid dog? "I’m currently looking for puppies, but I’ll only invest for the right breed." My eggs are not for sale.
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