And here we all are at Twitter. Or, as I call it, these days, "oh what the fuck has he said now??"
About this card: little bit irritableOccasionally I don't get my own way. So I lock myself in a bathroom and have a good cry while my friends sit outside and compliment me for a few hours through the door. Actually that is not what happens. Instead I have to pretend to be sorry and issue cards like these to my friends. Adult life is bitterly unfair.
RT @mental_floss: Elva Zona Heaster: The Ghost Who Helped Solve Her Own Murder — https://t.co/xFcQtepVUv https://t.co/GReBjBersH
I like to reminisce about the days when we could talk about the 1%. These days, we DREAM of that sort of wealth distribution...
Puzzlingly, the one thing Google has never learned about me is that I block, disable and ignore all advertisements.