Twitter is a cesspool. It’s the refuge of the contentless loud, the empty assumers of their own righteousness, the sexually lewd with their vague and incomplete instruction, Nobel Prize winning chemists that think that accolades granted by Azerbaijani oil speculations makes them experts on whether hot dogs are sandwiches, Krugman, B-list celebrities reminding the world that they were in an episode of a Joss Whedon project by complaining about a politician that their d-list publicist presented as safely opposable, a guy that keeps telling me to listen to Morrisey, some twerp in U glasses, and so many people spewing nonsense about college football.
RBR Tailgating: Chicken Spiedini with Amogio Sauce
