Twitter, in case you're wondering, is like your Facebook status, only it's open to the world and it's just constant status and thoughts. You can't even stalk someone's pictures and/or right click the ones with hot chicks in bikinis and save them to your computer in a folder titled "private"! I mean c'mon, that's just ridiculous. Twitter should only be used by people with a following: Celebrities, Politicians, Business Owners, the Menendez Brothers, Aunt Jemima - not Joe Blow.
I already get so annoyed reading the posts and status of people I barely know on Facebook: "I just got home from work." "Going to bed now." "It is hot." I have hidden all these people from my feed for their lack of creativity and for their need to post something so mundane. I prefer witty and/or clever observations, celebratory moments, and intellectual dilemas, like: "Boobs or Ass?" Or "I heart boobs." Or "What if I just turned the wheel and drive into oncoming traffic?"
Anyway, while I've NOT been Twittering, I've been on a boat, motherf*ckers! (It's okay if you don't spell the word out.) My friend Margaret invited me and 39 other of her closest friends. I'm ranked #7, I think. We proceeded to drink and my toes loved the fresh air! And let's just say I had my way with a mermaid...... if you know what I mean....
So go out and live your life, don't join Twitter, and post more bikini pics on your Facebook page - I'll be ...... I mean, you'll be glad you did.
Sincerely,
Kevin L.
The Silicon Valley Bachelor
P.S. You can follow me on Twitter at http://twitter.com/kevinleu
2 comments:
you know why you're my number 7 friend? because we both got demon eyes.
Nice! So, you admit it! I AM your #7 friend!
I am going to print up a shirt with #7 in big, black, bold type. Then I am going to print out one with #6 - #1. So after I knock each one of them off, I can put on my new shirt.
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