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best of rone's twitter, edited for your pleasure, or something
Because i could not stop for death, i bought some to go.
What the world needs is a first-person shooter version of Dig Dug.
Working in the data center is like hanging out in Darth Vader's chest.
When i die, i hope to have a funny look on my face. When the rigor mortis sets in, people coming to my funeral will say, "Wow, Mom was right."
You know the human race is a fucking failure when there's such a thing as a "blogging Lifetime Achievement Award".
Yo mama's so ugly, she can't masturbate anymore `cause her clitoris got a restraining order against her.
There is no 'i' in 'team', but there is an 'eat' and a 'me'.
Consider, if you will, the potential of Dr. Phil/Jim Cramer erotica.
Dear President Obama: stretching out a hand to Joe Lieberman should only happen when your arm fully extends as you backhand him across his Droopy face.
Thank you for reading. Check back again in three years for more Twitturds.