Did any of yall ever have one of those Magic-8-Ball things. Close your eyes, ask a question, turn it over and there would be the answer.
I have a diabolical twin brother. Somehow he reprogrammed that thing. When I reached the age of 13 and realized that girls weren't so icky after all, I would ask "Does Marylou like me?"
The response from the 8-Ball was:
"In your dreams."
"You must be joking!"
or the always cryptic but somehow encouraging "Ask again later."