So I used to be on Twitter. Then I quit. I just couldn't imagine people wanted to get updates on what I was eating or watching on TV. So I bailed. Then some dude tricked me into going back. Now I'm a twit. Or is it twitterer? Huh. The point is that I need followers. Why? To conquer stuff, I guess. Something small at first. Maybe the Popeye's Chicken down the street. They are SO SLOW and ALWAYS get my order wrong. No gravy on the mashed potatoes, bastards!
Where was I? Ah.
So if you are a twitter person, or think you might like to be, then please consider following me on Twitter. Don't you want to know what I'm doing every second? Sure you do.
9 comments:
I just don't get the point of Twitter. It's probably 'cause I'm a hick.
PSB,
That's why I quit before.
But it's a whole new crowd to announce things to ... at least that's how it was explained to me.
V
Yeah, the online sex chat people have been replaced by the free laptop people (It really works!) and the emergency refinance people!
I do faacebook but I think the secret intention of these networks is to compile marketing information about us. Okay, maybe I'm paranoid but where do all these quizzes/memes come from.
I'll go ahead and make it easy for the marketing people: I like beer and meat.
VG
Yes, but what kind and where do you buy it? I know these people. They bamboozled me once already this year and I told them everything but my birthweight.
Twitter is stupid. I've decided that without ever looking at it.
Gerard,
Yes, perhaps, but I don't know any othe way to build an army to march on the Popeye's Chicken. (You're next Burger King.)
VG
Yes, that is a terrible dilemma you find yourself in. My heart bleeds.
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