IT IS YOU'RE NOT YOUR. YOU TWIT.
Oh wow I just realized that the twit wit was because of "twitter" and you took "twit" from "twitter" and made that little joke.
Well played you big dummy.
P.S. Twitter is dumb.
P.S.S. Yeah I know it is a little late to write this but it is the Daily Dirt. WHO CARES!?
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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