Twitter Me Stupid

TwitterNot to be confused with “Twitter me, stupid!”

I don’t know if you can Twitter somebody but if you can, it sounds like something I might like. Maybe I’ll invent my very own form of sexual pleasure called twittering and tweet it (?) like this:  #ThingsAnaisNinWouldProbablyLoveToKnowIfSheWereStillAlive

(For some reason…I felt compelled to put a .com at the end of that hash-tagged-whatever, the same way I want to say Amen at the end of The Pledge of Allegiance.)

I don’t know where all those pound sign creations end up but it must be in some kind of Bermuda Triangle For Hashtags. Someday they’ll all be found alongside an aircraft carrier and their bewildered, ageless crew asking “What the Sam Hill are all these pound signs doing hanging off the sides of our beloved USS Cyclops and what the hell do you mean Woodrow Wilson ain’t president no more?”

But what I really want to know is this:  will that hashtag I just created automatically go to The Hashtag Triangle  just because I typed it and posted this blog? Or do I have to pass GO on my Twitter account that I don’t know how to sign into and collect $200, first?

If you know, please send me a “@” with a “#” followed by a smoke signal, a few Morse code clicks and maybe a voice message on that tin can and string device you probably have in your box of childhood memories.

But only if you’re staring down the business end of the mid-life shotgun.

xxo

@twittermelikeits1999

 

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