[X] My Assistant

I only use text messages because girls want to text. I'm pretty sure my last ex is the reason I have a twitter account at all.

There's at least some advantage, I guess. A text gives me time to decide what to say rather than sounding like a dope in a phone call.

This post has been edited by FourThirteen: Jun 3 2011, 03:36

Which is ironic, because I am most likely over saturated myself.

I don't remember the last 10 minutes of my life before that last post I made. What the fuck?

I don't remember the last 10 minutes of my life before that last post I made. What the fuck?

Its okay. Nothing happened, anyway.

Time Snatchers. Truly vicious monsters.

Weeping Angels. FUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKK!!!!

Fie on you and your Doctor Who references! I can't decide whether you should live or die, cmal.

I made a cheater item in Fallout 3/New Vegas that automagically opens locks and terminals and disables robots. I named it Sonic Screwdriver. I'm a nerd.

I don't know why I bother making jokes around here. Or post here, for that matter.

Because you can't get enough of my cock. You keep telling yourself "No more, I'm straight and have no interest in men, whatsoever.". Then I come in like "Fourthirteen, I am home now. And I am looking so sexy and my hair is flowing in the wind?" and then you're like "Oh, Robby! Ooooh! Let's do it.". And I am like "Yes. And I shall wear my top hat and twirl my cane.". Men having gay sex. EH turning gay. It was spectacular.

The End.

You make gay sex sound more appealing than most guys. I'll give you that.

I'd show ya a good time, babe. (IMG:[invalid] style_emoticons/default/wink.gif)

Going through old tweets of mine. Turns out I've had Twitter a lot longer than I thought. Since the 13th of June 2008, in fact.

That's almost 3 years.

And that is terrible.

Edit:
427 tweets in that time, though, so I guess it could be worse.

This post has been edited by FourThirteen: Jun 3 2011, 16:06

In a span of three years, FourThirteen made four hundred and twenty-seven tweets. He made 427 tweets.

That's as many as sixty-one sevens,

And that's terrible.

I haven't even bothered re-kijigger-fying my Twitter page after wiping my computer.

High school of the dead is synonymous to boobs and more boobs.

wat

I wish the mouths of Nutella jars were big enough to fit my hand through. =C

Fisting a Nutella jar?

In the biz, we call that the Nutter Butter.

Hot cha cha cha!

makes me laugh.