I hate some of people on twitter. For a while it fed into my enormous ego when I would receive the email saying so-n-so is now following you. "SWEET, I'm popular" is what I would think until I looked at my followers and it would look like one of the hand-outs you get on the streets of Vegas advertising "special ladies". You know the ones I'm talking about, Art's pockets are stuffed with them. Anyway, I just spent the last ten minutes emptying out the harem the my follower list was turning into, I have an image to uphold. No sexy pics of scantily clad chicks on any of my pages. No sirree...I'm sticking to manly pics:
Good Lord I'm gay. Keep watching this space.
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