Can someone sponsor me Topshop jeans? Like, please?

That sounded freaking bimbotic. But what's there not to love about Topshop jeans? Uh, other than the price tag, of course.

I'm reading some twit's Friendster profile page now, and it's all about the ::r3sPecTmAiiSTYLE]]* and the XINGANS*<33 and the MUaCkiies. *Shudders at involuntary shiver down spine* But no wonder MOT had such fun. Some of them are pretty intriguing.

Like, love confessions. Hahahaha. No, that really pisses me off. Take your little tong huaz :D somewhere else, please. Tsk, it's grossing us out. "Us" being all the right-minded people with the screws in place on our right brains. Suggested place: the bottom of the bog.

Isn't anyone out there going to start a Abolish Twit Talk campaign?


Then there are people who act hardcore with the keyboard by attempting to scare little kids by posting messages like

"If you don't send this in 5 minutes some headless, dismembered, sentient creature will come to your house tonight, break your windpipe with one karate chop, (don't stop me, I'm having so much fun!) slit your throat and then paint messages with your blood. Then he/she will go eat all the chocolate in your fridge. After he/she is satisfied, your body will be burnt on an ironing board on top of a Dumpster. Your ashes will linger in the ozone layer and create many holes because your hostility affects the ozone layer worse than any can of hairspray. Beat that, John Travolta. Yours sincerely, Mr Hoogalongkangbreadfacedoxymoron."

Then, for good measure,

"There was this boy who deleted this message and this happened to him. He was found dead in the closet, however, and not a Dumpster."

Classic.

But really... :)

NC-16, huh. But it's the seventh month now. No wonder such bulletins are so prevalent. Stupid people.