"I'm headed to the beach with my ferret." 10 minutes ago"My feet smell of burnt tapioca." all the time
"I'm eating bread." currently
REALLY?! Does anybody really give a rat's ass what Tara Reid is doing at any given moment? I sure as heck don't. I don't get it. I really don't. And the thought of people doing it is starting to piss me off. This is what I call and have always called twittering: pants down, sitting on the can in a public john, feeling faint dying for the guy next to you to pack up and move on, sweating, shaking, twitching, waiting, waiting, waiting. Twittering.
(Public restroom etiquette lesson: spare your neighbor from the potency your stink by performing a courtesy flush. Just flush the toilet immediately upon release even if you're not completely finished. This may be a bit of a water waster, but it's a real breathe saver.
Update: I can admit when I'm wrong. I conceded. I have been schooled on the merit of twitter. FUCK YOU!
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