Long ago, i joined twitter with the simple idea that it was just a place to tweet what you do all day, without having in mind what it was really for. A few months later i realized Twitter wasn't just for that, but for much more than just knowing what celebrities do 24/7 and other famous people. Mass following is all i've done, and it's got me a lot of followers recently.

I have tried to make my friends join Twitter, if only they knew what they're missing, they would join immediately. Well, enough about Twitter and my friends, they're not a popular topic, and so aren't I. Well of course i am, your here, and your here to see this, aren't you? Course you are.
Let's start off with my life, tomorrow we we're going camping, but something horrible happen, and we aren't going anymore, it was surely going to be a great weekend, curse you horrible things that happen. Well then, with my best friend forever, Lintire, i shall enter a journey in which, Pokemons will appear, and i'll meet Ash(No, i'm not a pokemon freak), I'm just your regular on Newgrounds.

You could probably earn a donut for reading this, or two. Lintire, m'lord, he makes really long posts, this huge long post is dedicated to him. And to those who talk a lot.
You're probably looking for dozens of cookies aren't you? well that isn't the case. Get off your computer, get out of your house, and start sprinting to the Mall(No matter how away it is from your house, oh, and i don't care either). Dogs, dogs are cool, dogs are of the man, dogs are of the crap. Whut? This has just turned into total non-sense, after reading all this, you probably think i'm an alien who types a lot of crap just to get peeps attention. NO, I'M NOT. Capitalized letters are for geeks and nerds, although nerds and geeks are the same. Goats are nice. You are unperfect.

You aren't perfect, You're not perfect, You'll never be perfect, You... aren't.... perfect...
(References to Courage : The Cowardly Dog (Episode: Perfect). Of course, you're not perfect, and you know it. After all this blabery blab, you ask yourself "dude what".