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Tonight's guests are blah-beh-dy blah blah blah and blibiddy bloh.
Yep.
The other day I texted a message to a friend.
(But Grapie, I hear you say, what's so remarkable about that? Why are you telling us this?)
This wouldn't be remarkable at all, except that I've never texted anything to anyone before. I always would've like to do the texting, except for I've never seen the point, and I've never had someone I could text something to.
Now, however, I get it. It's exactly like sneaking notes to a classmate behind the teacher's back.
I wish someone would've explained it that way to me before.
Now, can someone explain Twitter??
I feel like an old fogey, never texting, and not "getting" the twitter. Here's Craig doing some ranting, which suits my mood exactly.
Craig talks about the Twitter.
Bring on the gay, German penguins.