My car stereo has been on the fritz this week. So, unless I listen to my iPod with one earphone in (for safety, people), I’m kind of forced to think on the way to and from work. Let me just preface this by saying that I’m really weird. But whatever. I embrace it. Well, what I have been thinking about lately is tweeting. More accurately, I have been thinking about tweets I would tweet if I tweeted. I don’t have Twitter, nor do I have any desire to. But, still, this is what is on my mind:
Does {the rapper} Pitbull have any actually albums of his own? It seems like he is on everyone else’s songs. Does he have time to do songs alone? How does he sell records?
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I raced home and put my swimsuit on the other day and I totally did not even get in the pool. I felt really loser-y sitting around in a non-functional swimsuit. It’s like putting on a prom dress and sitting on the couch. What the heck?
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What would happen if you combined cornflake encrusted angel food cake French toast with roasted strawberries and made a play on strawberry shortcake? Um, my head might explode.
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That last fake tweet was clearly onto something.