I think it would just be called "Live Tweeting" on Twitter. But I don't really Twit so, here we are. Enjoy. Or not. I'm doing it anyway.
Scrubbing Bubbles commercial with the dirty puppy in the bathtub: I would also like to keep the puppy. But you expect me to believe someone with a bathroom the size of my living room actually cleans their own bathroom??
Don't Fear the Reaper!
I wonder if the squirrels will like not good corn bread bits.
I believe the neighbor hooligans are home. There's stomping. I don't know what they can be doing down there but there's bound to be some bouncing around when there seems to be like 6 people living in a 2 bedroom apartment.
This guy on Constantine I saw earlier on American Horror Story. But to me he'll always be Mr. Shickadance from Ace Ventura.
Complaining about bad tips on Facebook and tagging your business in it isn't a good way to get more tips...especially when you're not in a tip-heavy place. I always tip servers, housekeeping, and hair/nail people. I usually tip coffee people but it doesn't always happen. If I get something that takes less than a minute for you to do then don't expect a lot. If it's a more complex drink then I leave something. I don't tip at fast food even though they do things for me. Tipping is important but don't bitch too much because it won't do you any good.
Boy am I sleepy.
"You are the 7th son of the 7th son!"
Can you imagine Christmas? They don't even mention the daughters.
Oh...wow. I thought this "mud on my boots and jeans" commercial was either a spoof or detergent. Ford kinda lowered the bar.
Stand up for online bullying!
John Constantine is a bed hog.
So, if you're dating Tiger Woods...you have to actually say "This is my boyfriend Tiger." Like, really.
I thought these pants had pockets.
Scrubbing Bubbles commercial with the dirty puppy in the bathtub: I would also like to keep the puppy. But you expect me to believe someone with a bathroom the size of my living room actually cleans their own bathroom??
Don't Fear the Reaper!
I wonder if the squirrels will like not good corn bread bits.
I believe the neighbor hooligans are home. There's stomping. I don't know what they can be doing down there but there's bound to be some bouncing around when there seems to be like 6 people living in a 2 bedroom apartment.
This guy on Constantine I saw earlier on American Horror Story. But to me he'll always be Mr. Shickadance from Ace Ventura.
Complaining about bad tips on Facebook and tagging your business in it isn't a good way to get more tips...especially when you're not in a tip-heavy place. I always tip servers, housekeeping, and hair/nail people. I usually tip coffee people but it doesn't always happen. If I get something that takes less than a minute for you to do then don't expect a lot. If it's a more complex drink then I leave something. I don't tip at fast food even though they do things for me. Tipping is important but don't bitch too much because it won't do you any good.
Boy am I sleepy.
"You are the 7th son of the 7th son!"
Can you imagine Christmas? They don't even mention the daughters.
Oh...wow. I thought this "mud on my boots and jeans" commercial was either a spoof or detergent. Ford kinda lowered the bar.
Stand up for online bullying!
John Constantine is a bed hog.
So, if you're dating Tiger Woods...you have to actually say "This is my boyfriend Tiger." Like, really.
I thought these pants had pockets.
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