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Sometimes I'll send a tweet, notice a typo in it, delete it, re-send it, notice a different typo, unplug computer, change my name and move.
I'll be tweeting telepathically today, so if you think of something funny, that's me.
I use Google Earth to see which yards have milkshakes.
Yesterday my boss asked why I was tardy and I said, "I don't think you're supposed call people that any more."
Hamburger Helper is powerless if the hamburger doesn't WANT to be helped.
Before Twitter we used to call this "talking to yourself."
Just imagine how good prescription cheese would be.
I'm convinced that our Twitter personas are closer to who we really are than the personalities we wear in public.
My car's GPS has learned to say "Your other left."
It's just a matter of time before they add the word "Syndrome" after my last name.
Fast food places should have a third window, where you can trade in the wrong stuff they gave you at the second window.
Pretty sure the guy who named them "walkie talkies" got fired before he could name other military equipment.
I'm forbidding the twelve people who regularly star my tweets to ever fly in an airplane together.
I know we're not supposed to say this, but our second black president looks just like our first black president to me.
I didn't sign up for the 401k at work, because there's no way I can run that far.
Just noticed my desk calendar ends on December 31. Here we go again.
It's awkward when I have to pull someone aside and point out that my fly is open.
In a perfect world, the phrase "axe body spray" would only be used to refer to blood splatter patterns.
Just unfollowed a bunch of people funnier than me. Now my tweets seem, you know, funnier. Tomorrow I unfollow all the good-looking people.
Of all the martial arts, karaoke inflicts the most pain.