Cross my palm with silver, dearie.

[davywavy]

We are very honoured today to have a special guest on my LJ - Gypsy Rose David, the world-famous fortune teller. Gypsy Rose David was born in the shadow of Egypt's great pyramid where he absorbed the powers of that ancient earth, he has told the fortunes of the crowned heads of Europe!*
By consulting the stars and spirits, possibly slaughtering a chicken, and sprinkling the results with a soupcon of economy with the actualite, Gypsy Rose David will now tell your fotune! Simply reply to our seer and press your palm against your screen so he can see your lines over the internet, and your destiny shall be revealed! Accuracy Guaranteed!**

^{*Crowned Heads not present at reading.
**We're not saying how much accuracy we're guaranteeing. And if you have any sense you won't ask.}

Comments

[puddingcat.livejournal.com]

Oooh, what's my fortune, Gypsy Rose David? I was born 3 years before Elvis died, you know, and the last internet test I did told me I was Evil Edna!

[davywavy.livejournal.com]

Now then me deario...the mists part and reveal hitherto unsen mysteries. Have you a young gentleman in your life? You do? Thought so? The spirits say you aren't putting out enough.
Oh, and what's this? The Red Bull Flugtag? Something about you needing to get on with doing something about that?

Oh...and the spirits show me something very interesting in your future. But they say I'm not allowed to tell you what.