I read my horoscope for shits and giggles most days, but today, it was more of a “What the fuck?”:
GEMINI (May 21-June 21). Expect an element of the bizarre. At the end of the day, you may wonder if it wasn’t one long hallucination. You were really there — it really happened — and tomorrow, you’ll deal with the aftermath.
I think just reading that provides the “element of the bizarre” it refers to. The hell?
It means sex. It always means sex, even when it doesn’t. Same thing with fortune cookies. These things are easier to discern that way. Just ask Barbara O’Keefe.