Twitter Timewarp Tuesday #17

Re-reading my tweets because I can never remember things that I have said before. I am always repeating myself.

So, it’s like Boggle, only different?

Seriously, that’s the grand prize, a stupid teapot.

I really, really hate tessellated website layouts and I talk about it a lot.

Preferably my little brother.

I did it. I ate my knee. I can’t walk now.

I wonder if Leonardo DiCaprio would be more like to win a Puppy Academy Award.

This is truly a frightening and unjust universe.

Yes, seriously, people in the US were arrested and went to jail for being accused of satanic worship in the 1980s. Most of the convictions were overturned, but there’s at least one person still in jail, I believe.

I want to dress like an old, lazy mafia guy.

Wow. This is like philosophical, or something.

Twitter Timewarp Tuesday #16

Postin’ muh twitz hur, because I donnae like Twitter’s infinite scroll.

Really, you can’t leave me alone at all.

I need to get me some vacuum-sealed containers.

This is funnier without context.

And do an percent sign or a dollar sign?

This was a really bizarre event. It was during the Polar Vortex and some little brat shouted something at me, which I didn’t hear because I was bundled-up in 17 layers. The next thing I know, his mom is insanely angry at me because I wouldn’t stop and watch what her little rugrat was doing. And to top it all off, the stupid kid was playing right in the middle of the street. There weren’t any cars because of all the snow, but it was kinda likely that a plow might round the corner and smush the kid.

Everything goes in the washer and dryer. EVERYTHING.

I am not a morning person. Invent for me more lazy morning foods.

FOOTBALL!

I am a giant child.

Remember that time Wiarton Willie died and they replaced him with an imposter. Canadian conspiracies are silly.

 

 

THAZ ALL!

Twitter Timewarp Tuesday #15

Backing up my tweets because of my paranoia about losing things forever.

It’s really very heartbreaking to watch him search all over the house for beef for hours.

Americans, always shoving things up other things’ arses.

I have no idea what I meant by this.

Something. Something. The Epiphany.

And don’t tell me to get a chicken, because turkey tastes way better than chicken.

I was buying groceries for the whole week, not just Christmas, so I don’t count here.

Ask me about my views on religion.

Greatest actor ever. I will fight you.

I’m basically a giant, lazy cat.

Stop trying to convince me that Benedict Cumberbatch and Tom Hiddleston are super sexy. They look like they need to be spoonfed some soup.

 

All for now. Perhaps, all for ever.

Twitter Timewarp Tuesday #13

The past has returned. The past of twitter.

I would eat a sandwich for every meal, if I could.

And, yet, I don’t feel like I’ve missed much.

I actually think that Ethan Phillips is a really good actor.

Robocop 2 where every character is played by a fluffy kitten!

Actually, I think that this is an event that happened in real life.

And we used to watch R-rated movies all the time, because I have an older brother and sister, too. But those damn wheeler bastards…

One day I’m going to go on a rant about how I think that action stars have gotten way too bulky.

Remember when the wrestling clown would fight the voodoo priest? The 90s were stupid.

What’s the polar opposite of quirky?

I need me one of those cake pop makers.

 

Well, that’s all for now. GOODBYE!

Twitter Timewarp Tuesday #12

Twitter.

Making my website load that itty-bitty fraction of a second faster was well worth the trouble.

Or sometimes you’re a fairy, I guess.

New Text Document has about a thousand identical twin brothers.

The Devil runs a pawnshop.

I don’t have an unhealthy obsession with Jeff Goldblum. Obsessing over Jeff Goldblum is the healthiest thing that a human can do.

The Darkest Timeline has no sandwiches.

Seriously, it’s stuck in my head at this very moment.

Wow. It’s like a visual pun or something.

Window wells: because you like to watch as your basement gets flooded.

The answer is: eggs.

 

ALL FOR NOW.

Twitter Timewarp Tuesday #10

I don’t really know why I feel the need to back my tweets up here. Would Twitter ever just eat all my tweets one day? It’s probably more likely that my website would die.

And I never have anything important to say there, anyway.

I’m awful serious about the sammiches.

Carmen Miranda-ing would be way more fun to do to your enemies than glitter bombing.

It should really only be used on the armpits of teenage boys.

The Net has it forever and ever and ever.

This is one of the reasons that I don’t wear socks, unless it’s really, really cold.

We need to break the cycle and achieve cinematic nirvana!

Really. Think about it.

Well, that’s all for today.

Go do something useful.