Fortunes told right here.

*grabs Holy Water*

Vade retro satana......Vade retro satana

Sunt mala quae libas ......Ipse venena bibas

The Power of Christ compels you.....

***SMH**** sorry folks, i'm back...had a childhood flashback :biggrin1:
 
*grabs Holy Water*

Vade retro satana......Vade retro satana

Sunt mala quae libas ......Ipse venena bibas

The Power of Christ compels you.....

***SMH**** sorry folks, i'm back...had a childhood flashback :biggrin1:
You will die from being raped by mad goats and cast from a tall building into a pile of green manure on St. Alban's Feast Day.
 
Hick, really. No one born on 19 August, or any other day of the year for that matter, would be foolish enough to ask on your take on their future.
You are in grave danger. You will spend eternity handcuffed to James Carville on one hand and Martha Stewart on the other. They will watch Rachael Ray reruns forever.

You have been warned.