this girl is always joking around with me.
s.w.: can i predict your future?
s.w.: i see you needing to go to ms. h's office for something.
me: sweet what else?
s.w. (lightly touches her forehead like she's "seeing the future"): this does not look good ms. barnes. all i see is a black hole.
me: so you can't tell me who i'm going to marry?
s.w.: (clutches head tighter...then shrugs her shoulders). no i'm sorry. you're just a black hole.