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The Tweeter

He said he loved her, though he didn't know her. Sent her a pic to prove it, but he was skunk-drunk. She tweeted back; “Pervert!” Upset he retorted; “Skank!” A guy said he was a Capitalist lackey. He tweeted: “Drop dead socialist donkey.” His wit was razor sharp that night. He continued to virtually yell at strangers until his tweeting fingers grew numb. Next morning he wondered about the little bird in his head that knew everything about absolutely bloody nothing.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 9/14/2019 9:36:00 PM
BA HA HA! Most entertaining. Thank you.
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Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 9/14/2019 10:11:00 PM
I think that's texting. My flip phone can do that.
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Eric Ashford
Date: 9/14/2019 9:55:00 PM
Cheers Maureen, of course I have no knowledge of this 'tweet' thing. Is it some kind of telephone messaging mechanism? :-)

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