Fug In

“Now, how did I get here?” Goldie Hawn wondered to herself.

“Shoot. This is some kind of charity function, isn’t it? I thought I was going to my yogi’s house for three hours of hard core mediation and some wheatgrass. Oh, god, that’s TUESDAY. TUESDAY. Damn. This is what I get for relying on the movement of the stars instead of my Blackberry.”