Why do you have a Twitter again?
Iâm gonna try this whole typing like a normal human being for this weekâs blog to see what itâs like on the other side. Iâm only two sentences in and I already feel like a dead beat father thatâs currently on the run for eluding his child support payments. I donât know how yâall do this day in & day out but to each his own I guess & before I forget, this is for that one nigga that disliked my blog last week youâre a bastard child with no goals in life and I hope you never find true happiness as long as there is an ounce of breath in your body. So with that said let us begin⊠Actually wait, before I even start this, first and foremost, fuck all you niggas. Why? Because while everyoneâs thoroughly enjoying life Iâm over here eating chicken flavored Ramen Noodles & drinking a bottle of warm Stop & Shop branded water in the dark. This is the epitome of a pure struggle, off of this one meal alone I could become a successful rapper with plenty of hardship to rhyme about. But enough about me, letâs get into todayâs topic, wack tweeters.
Iâm sick you people, every last one of you disgust me. I wish for every last one of yâall to die a slow & painful twitter death.  If Twitter for iPhone wasnât so trash, I wouldâve muted half of you filthy niggas a while back. Donât feed me the âitâs my Twitter so I could tweet whatever I wantâ bullshit either. We know you could, itâs basically your God given right but guess what? We still donât give a fuck; itâs OUR timeline so we still have to deal with this shit. Donât nobody give a fuck that youâre about to hop in the shower or how accurate your Horoscope is today and we especially donât give two shits about the moistureless ass nigga that slithered his way into your DMâs & âtried to bagâ but failed woefully. By the way, if you donât Twitpic it, it never happened.
And I canât forget about you un-original âinspirationalâ tweeters either. How are you gonna go on Google, search for âmind-stimulating quotesâ, then go to the last page so you can copy & paste shit discreetly, like everythingâs all good. What you thought we didnât know? Nigga, weâre on to you. Donât forget we actually know some of you people in real life & you are NOT nor will you ever be capable of thinking, never mind actually conveying your thoughts in a proper sentence. So donât come on Twitter expecting niggas to believe you have an IQ of 162 when in reality youâre no smarter than a newborn duck.
But while Iâm here I would like to give a quick shout out to #TeamFollowBack âŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ. Nah I lied. Yâall get NO love. People that willingly participate in #TeamFollowBack activities are the greatest scums of all time. They canât be trusted AT ALL; these are the same people that will deliberately skip brushing their teeth in the morning & yet have the audacity to start a full-fledged face-to-face conversation with you. Pure vagabonds. You donât deserve these internets, so stop crawling your way up my mentions talking about âfollow back :pâ NO NIGGA! You will get nothing but belittlement and a one way trip to Spam City from this guy.
Donât get me wrong here, Iâm not saying Iâm the best tweeter in the world, far from it actually but what Iâm saying is ⊠Honestly, I donât even know what Iâm saying anymore, so I guess thatâs my cue. Iâm out.