March 2011
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I JUST SCROLLED THROUGH FY HUNNIT PAGES OF TUMBLR POSTS AND THE ONLY THING I HEARTED WAS A RUNNING BASSETT HOUND.
I didn’t even heart any boob pictures.
I am either getting sick, or Tumblr is boring the fuck out of me.
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“They dined on mince, and slices of quince
Which they ate with a runcible...”
– Edward Lear 12 May 1812 – 29 January 1888
I found this nonsense quoted in the book Gridlinked by Neal Asher and thought it was so neat that I had to share it with you folks. Some of you might have seen me tweet it earlier and wondered what the hell I was on about, so here’s your explanation!
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I wish I could heart these...
Yes, I’m a man. I love me some boobs. You post something with cleavage, I am sure to heart it. Nevertheless, these awesome boobs that end up sent to my phone are the most awesome because they are from Jillzey. I wish I could heart them on Tumblr.
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DM Cleaner
Hey guys, I just wanted to ask for your assistance in testing out a new service that I helped develop. DM Cleaner cleans your twitter inbox/sent messages. If you have a bunch of messages you don’t want to save, feel free to use the service!
http://www.dm-cleaner.com/
We had a bit of a snafu earlier this week because @favstar decided to retweet my call for more testers and we went down like...
rossruns asked: Dude, what's up with your twitter account?
Do You Want Tacos, But Hate The Wait? →
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Excuse me while I fill your dash with hearts
Sorry guys, I am going back about a week and reading all your shit and hearting. Spam commencing.
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