A woman goes to a psychic and asks, what does my future hold?...

Crap there is a big smudge on my crystal ball yikes!

"What does my future hold?", "Can't tell. It's a big scam, obviously. "Magic" crystal ball? Yea...."

Cocaine. That is all, besides shrooms. Overdose, maybe. Crazy, but yea

"Why do my feet hurt?" "Can't take it? A better shoe- oxfords, maybe- could be yours!"

Can't talk, I ate bad sushi on Monday. Come back, yes?

Cuban twins in a brown sombrero. Or maybe chocolate banana yogurt

Why does my face hurt? 'Cause there is a big scary orange Man-Carrot biting you

Cocktails. Tonight. I am buying. Seriously - One margarita. Come by yourself

Could the immediate answer be sitting on my cart behind you...?

Cats, that's it. Although best of men come by yearly

Cooking tournaments inevitably are bull sh**. Only make cake by yourself

Psychic: Curious things in a bait shop. Oh my, crabs biting you!

Cocktails, toots, in a bar south of Manchester, Connecticut. Bring yogurt

Creating the Icelandic Acronymic Boasting Show of Many Creative Brains. Yeah

Call that idiot and beg silly...or my cat bites you!

"Cowering, trembling, irate! Alone behind some odd McDonald's, covered by yaks!"

Certainly tomorrow is a bad summery of my crystal ball yore