Virgo: The Virgin and Perfectionistic

Virgo, modest and meticulous.

Virgoans are also fastidious and perfectionistic. Perfectionistic is not a real word and the first persn to point that out will be a Virgo.

Virgo is the lone female of the twelve signs, although there has been some talk about Scorpio. Virgos are emotionally cold but they make wonderful refrigerator sales people, sometimes even evolving into appliances. Remember Virgo NFL star, William Refrigerator Perry?

These late summer babes usually conceal their emotions. Still waters run deep or if you prefer, deep bottoms run high.

Virgos prefer technical perfection rather than passionate expression. Their romance takes place in bright light, but only because it is easier to read the instruction manual when the lights are on.

Virgo types are detail oriented but may become so finicky that they disregard larger issues. A Virgo crossing a rush-hour street may focus on the exquisite detailed grill work of an old Bentley as it hurtles toward them in the crosswalk.

Virgo folks appreciate many different points of view, simultaneously. What if Rene Descartes had been a Virgo? “I think, therefore I am; but of course, that’s just my opinion. I can see where others could honestly disagree, so maybe it should be: I think that others also think, therefore, I am a Virgo.”

Are you Virgos vexed yet that we haven’t noted any positive traits? You continue to read, however, only because you’re still trying to find grammatical errors. There are plenty of mistakes in my readings, but only a Virgo will find every one of them, and then cross-reference them by grammar, style, and paragraph number.

Yet, I haven’t found anything good to say about this sign and now you Virgos are starting to make me sick. What a bunch of persnicke...

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...nser, Jr. at the Dale Earnhardt Memorial All You Can Eat Before You Die Buffet.

Try the desert Cherry Pit Crew Pie. Consume all the pie that you can stuff in your mouth in 20 seconds. Red cherry pie filling, flung during a brief pie eating frenzy reminds us all as it drips down the Ol Number 3 Memorial brick wall: We are all here for just a few laps around the track, a finite number of trips to the buffet table.

Al Unser, Jr. was sporting Jamie Lee Curtis on his right arm as they were leaving the buffet. Jamie was nursing a toothpick chipped from the finest Southern Pine, leveraging some roughage out of her Hollywood bridge work. Regis Philbin approached to ask her something.

But Jamie Lee Curtis could not or would not reply to Regis Philbin's question, which was, “Is that your final Unser?”

Remember. You are a Star, even if it is a Fallen-And-Can’t-Get-Up Star.