Horrible Horoscopes: Aries
By Mason Johnson
Warning: If you love astrology, are offended easily, or/and have no sense of humor, this might make you gassy (and angry). Not your sign? Find more Horrible Horoscopes here.
Aries
Aries, the stars wrote a poem for you:
You're an owl!
You're an owl
gliding amongst your
love named Wind
hunting prey purposed
for your grumbling
bumbling
tumbling
tummy
Your talons nearly
touch your future
when you're violently
halted by a Ford
built tough FORD TOUGH
truck
leaving your ego bruised
and your face a
permanent
like a sharpie marker
frown
Fin
So yeah, there ya go. Hope that illuminates how you should lead the rest of your week, Aries. Watch out for Fords.
Also, your lucky numbers are 4, 8, 9, 21, 20,034, 2, 800, 827, 549, 2 (did I say 2 already?), 1, -28, 429, 4872, and 0.
Mason Johnson knows absolutely nothing about astrology. Mason is not an owl. He is a Ford truck.