I don’t really Twitter… at all. I don’t have an account, I don’t read anything on Twitter as a rule. Folks are already indifferent to the totally rad stuff I put up here. No one cares about the kind of stuff I’d put on Twitter. So why bother? On the rare occasion that I do end up there because I read something about someone’s antics, it’s a cluster fuck. I can’t tell who is saying what, to whom, from where. @, @, @, @

But that’s all about to change with @shitmydadsays.

“Don’t ask for my opinion then. I said congrats on the car, just saying nobody’s panties are getting wet from a fucking Honda Accord.”

“Calm down. You don’t just grab a ruler and tell everyone to whip their dicks out. You stuff your crotch and keep your pants on.”

I hope I’m this salty and wise when I get old.