My fortune cookie is insulting me.
"If at first you succeed, try to hide your astonishment," it says. Jeez! Unprovoked aggression from eggrolls is one thing. That, I would expect. But fortune cookies? We're living in some seriously dark-ass times.
You crack me up. Sometimes I huff helium and read out loud for full effect.
I strenuously object to the entire concept of fortune cookies. Refuse to accept them. If I somehow get stuck with them, I give them away.
Can't help it. It's the Irish in me.