Lighten up. LOL. Like victims of all “psychics,” suckers remember only the very few times the psychics were supposedly right . . . and forget the zillion times they were totally off the wall. That’s the way the business works.

Great service. My wife’s Cock-a-Poo, Fluffy, was irritable and depressed. For only $550 the Pet Psychic said it was because the dog is not only transsexual but transbreed: Fluffy identified as a male German Shepard and wanted to be called Hans. Who knew?

Thought about selling beard oil but can’t find anyone whose beard squeaks. Then I thought about marketing it to butch lesbians, you know, so they could off-handedly tell their friends that they “Had to go buy some more beard oil today.”

Wow, the Pope was your classmate? Cool!