Feeling a little prickly of late.
Jesus, people. Isn’t anyone out there going to stop me?
Not all Twitter users are mindless brutes. Some are true afficionados of the subtle, sublime and BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
I’m sorry. I couldn’t keep a straight face, either.
♬One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do ♬
I bet you can’t wait to see what I have in store for #5000.
I know I can’t.
According to the reading public, these two will NOT be on the greatest hits CD.
How one iPhone app changed everything.
Downloadable tiny version for iPhone here.
ahhhh… the good old days.
when twitter was still made up of actual funny things.
when great tweets were reveled for the quality of their content, not for which “twitter comedian” told a real humdinger about something that happened on a fucking TV show 50 times a day.
welp, at least we’ll always have fireland.
I frequently post here about Twitter, although mostly to poke fun at my own feeble attempts to entertain my readers. Don’t worry; I don’t find me all that funny either.
In any event, I do not use Birdhouse or even own an iPhone, for god’s sake. However, I have been following many of the people in this video since I first signed onto Twitter in early 2009. Sadly, most of them no longer post their zingers on a frequent basis, if at all.
Everything changes, as they say. Even the content on a stupid social media site that somehow was converted by a few (at the time) into a one-stop for one-liners.
Sorry for the reposting, particularly of something I did not originally write. However, this is the first chance I have had to comment more fully. For what that is worth.
You have to wake up pretty early in the morning to pull the wool over ol’ Brad’s eyes.
The fact that I have been posting jokes to Twitter for exactly 3 years is about as important as celebrating the fact that I have been taking the subway to work for exactly 4 years 6 months or eating almond butter and nutella sandwiches for almost twice as long as that.
But it kind of amazes me that someone actually thinks of keeping track of these things, creating a “birth certificate” and then notifying you that it exists. In the end, it has me believing that perhaps I am not the only person who should begin to develop other interests.