Paragraphs mutherfucker... have you heard about them?
The only astrology-like thing I know is that by the Japanese calendar I was born in a year of the Dragon.
So come on down, Sport, and bring some catsup.
After I roast you I'll use the catsup to mask the taste of your rancid flesh.
Or maybe I'll just feed you to a colony of stray cats and save myself a bout of heartburn.
I'm keeping your skull though... I can always use another spare change bowl.
Are you going to post a photo of your butt?

