Haha, nice.
Yeah sure, I'd like JK Rowling to write some of my tweets for me. Why not?

Thanks. I hadn't been to BBSpot in ages. That was pretty funny.

I'd pay them if I could stay logged in for the day and my tweets didn't keep getting disappeared.

Okay, I wouldn't pay them, but it would be nice.

Now I'm going to wonder all day what a Failwhale tuxedo would look like...

If a girl had a failwhale thong and wore it with low-cut jeans and then bent over to pick something up, she'd have a failwhale whale tail.

And if a guy was traveling on a wind-powered boat while drinking an official Twitter-branded IPA, he'd have a failwhale sail ale.

And let's say that a woman was blind and reading a translation of twitter feeds in the language of raised dots, but she accidentally dropped her escargot on it, that'd be some failwhale snail braille.

I used to have this friend who was really into writing anachronistic pseudo-historical slash fiction. He had this one story he wrote about a famous 18th-century American spy who was captured and killed by the British during the revolution, only it was this weird war mashup where everyone was wearing this ancient armour made of very small metal plates that were linked together and also these heavy leather boots with metal spikes in the soles. Where it got weird was that he twittered "I only regret that I have but one life to give my country" while having sex the night before his execution with George H.W. Bush's vice president, and he got an error that Twitter was over capacity just as his lover came loudly beneath him.

Yessir, it was a Nathan Hale scale mail hobnail Quayle wail failwhale. In jail.

You're having fun, aren't you mct? :)

Right now, by comparison, most other fun pales.

so alone