It Was The Number 17

To say that my psychic abilities freaked the hell out of quite a few people yesterday and today, would be a gross understatement. To say that many Mitchievillian's stuck broken beer bottles in their eye socket over the thought aof my incredible and spooky psychic abilities, is a complete overstatement. The happy medium here is that a few people went *Wow*, and a few people went *Whoa*. That, my friend, is what we in the blogging business call, *The truth*.

I was so pleased with the incredible response I received from yesterdays award winning post, that I intend on trying my luck again at guessing the number which you are thinking. Yesterday I guessed that the number you picked, between 1-20 was the number 17. It's a very good number, one which many of you picked. There were those of you that picked 17 but when you left a comment in the box you decided to tell me you picked a completely different number. It's okay, your lack of honesty is very refreshing, it reminds me of the time when I was married to a vicious lying bitch. Thanks for the memories.

Now, I want you to pick a number between 1-20. Keep that number fresh in your mind and go to the comment section to see what number I thought you picked. You are about to be amazed again. This time though, instead of peeing your pants out of sheer delight, you will defecate in your pants. I want you to take your defecated, soiled pants to the laundromat and tell them that someone other than you just shit in your pants. I'll pay for the dry-cleaning.

Got the number? Okay, now go.