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I JUST KILLED A BUTTERFLY AND NOW I THINK I'M GOING TO HELL.
Wait.
No. It was a moth. Never mind, false alarm.
On average, I'd expect that curiosity kills a lot more people than cats each year.
Whenever I see a prostitute, I ask myself "What Would Jesus Do?"
Then I become best friends with her.
When people post sad things on Facebook I just want to hug them and whisper softly in their ears, "no one cares."
So if a cow dies of old age after a long and happy life, vegetarians are allowed to eat it, right?
If you watch porn backwards it's a touching story about two people in love who are kind enough to help each other dress after sex.
Guys, I figured out how to stop Adobe from asking me to update.
Unrelated: I need a new computer. One that hasn't been crushed by a car.
We get it - "Bacardi" rhymes with "party," "bottle" rhymes with "model," and "sex" rhymes with "text." You rappers can stop rapping now.
Wait, what do you mean I'm not allowed to have dragons in my fantasy football team?
I donated to Salvation Army to help the needy, but apparently I've just been helping hipsters make their outfits.
"You get AIDS. You get AIDS. EVERYBODY GETS AIDS!" - Oprah summarizing the plot of RENT.
I passed 200 followers! And it only took 2 years of Twitter! I think I'm really getting the hang of this twittering thing.