Rapid-fire typist trapped in the body of a petrol station attendant. Boat-dwelling hermit. When Twitter dissolves into its own acid, no more social media for me
https://t.co/g8f1hBnNmq
The worst part of this is Husband is letting the damned stuff grow before it gets shaved off. Please read the bio, this matters to us so much. Lee, I can imagine the look on your face when your mad uncle has done it
What's all this *faffs with phone* "hang on, I'll just transfer the money" AT THE TILL all about? The WiFi is rubbish here. There's a queue behind you. You've effectively filled up your tank without the means to pay. This is normal, now? Just stop it.
I don't tweet so much these days, but:
A man came into the petrol station today and said 'I read in the newspaper this morning that staff are getting abuse for the rising prices.'
'Okaaay...'
'So I wanted to say, thank you.'
The exceptions these days are better than the norms.
How Twitter works these days:
I don't like stuff
BUT YOU TURN A BLIND EYE TO NONSENSE
I was talking about stuff -
DOUBLING DOWN? NONSENSE IS FAR WORSE THAN STUFF
*nonsense trends*
BAN NONSENSE
Hang on, what about stuff?
NOBODY CARES ABOUT STUFF, MOVE ON LEFTIE