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: modestyI apologize all the time. Never sincerely, of course - why rob the experience of fun and whimsy? - but just to practice I guess, in case the unthinkable happens. That's right, even I make mistakes, though the last time was in 2003 when I stupidly agreed to share my ice-cream with someone (long story short: I lost half of my ice-cream) but the point is.. look I don't remember. Something to do with sharks.
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.