Post your Twitfic Twabbles Here! (General Content)

[strawman]

Crap, I dropped my heart in the can. NO! FLUFFY, THE FLUSH HANDLE IS NOT A MOUSE! Damn, Where's the number for the plumber?

Sort of explains what's going through the potty-training toddler's mind, as he flushes: "Dang, I hope that wasn't anything important!"

[Algernon Sydney is Dead]

"Lean on me, when you're not strong."
That's so stupid. If you try to muscle me when you're weak, I'll batter you, proper.

[Belcast]

Ding dong the witch is dead, her ipod smashed so too her head. No more her soulless merriment, at last the witch lies dead.

[Djinndustries]

Dead puppies, they told me, would stop premature ejaculation. It didn't work. Life is hard for a pedo-necro-zoophile.

Edited for stupid GUI-reading.

[Algernon Sydney is Dead]

Dead puppies, they said, would slow me down. It didn't work. Life is hard for a pedo-necro-zoophile.

Lovely sentiment.
But, Length-Nazi says it's way too short.

A twabble is exactly 100 characters, not counting spaces.

[Djinndustries]

Dead puppies, they said, would slow me down. It didn't work. Life is hard for a pedo-necro-zoophile.

Lovely sentiment.
But, Length-Nazi says it's way too short.

A twabble is exactly 100 characters, not counting spaces.

Sorry, ASiD, I didn't look carefully at the GUI.

[GreatNorthernTroll]

Tis better to Love and Lose, than to never love at all ! Is equal to Tis better to Drive and Crash, than to Never Drive at all !

[Algernon Sydney is Dead]

Tis better to Love and Lose, than to never love at all ! Is equal to Tis better to Drive and Crash, than to Never Drive at all !

Ah, but heartbreak and permanent paralysis, from the waist down, both build character!

What's up with the spaced-out punctuation?
Also, grammar-Nazi will get all up in your grill about Tis. That's incorrect; it should be 'Tis.

But it is a fine jab at the bromide, otherwise.

'Tis better to have loved and lost, than to have died from Sudden Infant Death Syndrome.

PS: I've loved and lost... And lost again, ... and lost some more. And while I might pay a loss to have the memory of the love, I still want to strangle that lying-arsed {censored}!

[ROU Killing Time]

Tis better to Love and Lose, than to never love at all ! Is equal to Tis better to Drive and Crash, than to Never Drive at all !

Ah, but heartbreak and permanent paralysis, from the waist down, both build character!

What's up with the spaced-out punctuation?
Also, grammar-Nazi will get all up in your grill about Tis. That's incorrect; it should be 'Tis.

But it is a fine jab at the bromide, otherwise.

'Tis better to have loved and lost, than to have died from Sudden Infant Death Syndrome.

PS: I've loved and lost... And lost again, ... and lost some more. And while I might pay a loss to have the memory of the love, I still want to strangle that lying-arsed {censored}!

I can relate, ASID. More than you can imagine.

[strawman]

PS: I've loved and lost... And lost again, ... and lost some more. And while I might pay a loss to have the memory of the love, I still want to strangle that lying-arsed {censored}!

I can relate, ASID. More than you can imagine.[/quote]

Sounds to me like a throw-down to ASID's imagination. Interested parties may want to grab a seat for this action.

[ROU Killing Time]

PS: I've loved and lost... And lost again, ... and lost some more. And while I might pay a loss to have the memory of the love, I still want to strangle that lying-arsed {censored}!

I can relate, ASID. More than you can imagine.

Sounds to me like a throw-down to ASID's imagination. Interested parties may want to grab a seat for this action.[/quote]
Well, actually I'm just complimenting him on how well that twabble resonates. I've gotten clues from past ASID twabbles that he doesn't actually need to imagine deceptive women.

Been there, done that, ASID, I assume?

Not all of us have been blessed, as you have Strawman, with the life-long, syrupy-sweet romance you have alluded to in your life. Ya lucky bersterd...

However, that which doesn't kill you and all that, may actually lead you to appreciate working day to day, through the good times and the squabbles with the good-hearted woman I have been lucky enough to rekindle my own romance with (following the disastrous misadventure that occurred after we let it all fall apart.)

[strawman]

My comment was more a paean to ASID's vast imagination, which I think you will have to concede may be a match for any of our life experiences.

Aphorism of the Moment:
Life is what happens while we try to figure out whose fault it is.

[Algernon Sydney is Dead]

My ears... They burn!
Alas, all I got out of that is that I'm an imaginary pain who's perhaps a cousin to ROU.

But I do notice that "Strawman" (argument) has attempted to stir the pot again, asking for "action" or "fireworks". Based on this, I've narrowed Strawman's true identity down to one of a few radio, "shock jocks" in northern Georgia.

[strawman]

Stir the pot?

Moi?

[ROU Killing Time]

ASID, if we don't play then he can't win. Rage against the machine.

Back to the point, ASID, your twabble merely resonates with my life experience.

As far as unusually vast imagination? Certainly above the baseline (everywhere else besides drabblecastland.)

The curve is skewed around these parts.

[Algernon Sydney is Dead]

Lots of parts skewered around here. But, thanks.

Note that my heartfelt (¿literally?) missive was not technically a twabble. Here's something close, in twabble form:

I've loved & lost; lost again; & lost some more.
I'd pay a loss for the memory of love but I still must strangle that lying *.

[ROU Killing Time]

Lots of parts skewered around here. But, thanks.

Note that my heartfelt (¿literally?) missive was not technically a twabble. Here's something close, in twabble form:

I've loved & lost; lost again; & lost some more.
I'd pay a loss for the memory of love but I still must strangle that lying *.

You, me and a 5th of Bourban should talk.

[Algernon Sydney is Dead]

"Abaft and abeam!"
I heard him scream
As tentacles came over the rail.
But Cookie saved us.
He breaded that squid to Hell.

[GreatNorthernTroll]

"Ahoy the ship. "May we come on board?
"Come up lads, If you've the guts and no love for life, for it's Hell we sail towards!

[GreatNorthernTroll]

Hear ye, Hear ye. The spirits are about to speak.
But then the spirits did appear, and the phoney Medium's nose did tweak!