I had some General Tso's chicken for lunch one day this week. The fortune was wedged tight into the cookie and I ended up ripping the paper and smashing the treat. It doesn't make much sense, but I can't help but read this thing as two separate documents. I don't know what "you will enjoy different this" or "doing something coming weekend" mean, but my brain keeps trying to tell me they mean something.
"Man, is there anything Jeff CAN'T do when it comes to gaming? This guy is like a critical 20 every roll. Jeff can bite the heads offa five game geeks, including their sorry-ass DM, and spit 'em into a large duffel bag ONE AT A TIME!...that's just the kind of messed up bastard he is! You think yer a gamer, punk? Well..do ya? Jeff will depants your weasel-ass right in front of your grandma."