What in the world? I have no idea what inspired them thar new Tweeters to follow me. Maybe it was my vagina or poop updates.
Is it creepy good or creepy bad or creepy weird?
I bet it isn't as creepy weird as my historical leap back in time to take selfies with John Wayne Gacy.
I didn't even blog about weed. Nor tweet about it.
|I pull a lot of weeds out of my garden, but I don't smoke them.|
I want to take a moment and thank all my supporters. It really means a lot to me that you stick around or are new to this crazy train. I am humbled everyday that you take an interest in my work.
Yeah. I know. I stole that from Hillary. Not really. She wouldn't be that nice. I should leave the poor gal alone. She has been the subject of my scrutiny a lot lately. It's like obsessive. Oh, Hill, you silly old nag.
|Not really. I know a lot of whoooores out there and their damn done broke a long time ago. I have no idea why she thinks there are a lot of virgin prostitutes left in the world.|
I know it is hard to believe many don't like my Jesus jokes nor my other funnies. I am not making fun of the Lord. I just enjoy a good smile about Christianity. Just because we are serious about God, doesn't mean Jesus doesn't have some humor. I think the tri amigos (father, son, holy spirit) would find humor in this...
|A little smile? Come on. Good humor here.|
What's the attraction to your Tweeter friends? Facebook? Why do you hang around blogs?
Is it my intelligent assumptions? My sense of jaded-ish humor?
I know. It's my B-12 crack attacks. If you feel like it...tweet with me. Face the book with me...or stay right here. Comment. And often. Thanks.
-this post was brought to you by B-12, the Color 9, and grey banned items