I just sat up to “re-adjust” myself and couldn’t find one of my nuts. It was hiding. Scariest sensation of my life. I now know how those mothers feel when they lose their children in supermarkets.
It’s kinda the same.
Also, I cancelled my Twitter account. I wasn’t doing it right. I knew how to do it right. And I still didn’t do it right. So I quit. On top of my Tweeting inadequacies, Twitter was bringing to the surface more general inadequacies. To put it another way, there is nothing about reading 140-character emails between celebrities that isn’t turning me into a worse person.
And one other thing…Titty twister.
Sorry, I spoke too soon. One more thing…Titty twister.
I feel like a fool. Last thing…Titty twister.
Seriously, I’m done now. If you’re not, twist your own titties.
My name is Ben and I blogged this.