Twitter Talk

When I got home from Cube City yesterday, my significant stapler started sharing great hate for Twitter. The conversation went something like this:

Stapler: I hate Twitter.

Scissors: Me too. I refuse to Twitter. Why are you tweeting if you hate it so much?

Stapler: Well, okay, I don't hate Twitter. I hate things about Twitter...like people you don't know who start following you, and most of them are trying to get you to click on their spam.

Scissors: I take it you are clicking on their spam?

Stapler: Well, some of it sounds so interesting!

Scissors: It's obvious you're not in marketing for a living. Spammers count on people like you.

Stapler: What's really frustrating is that most of the spam is porn! I don't want to see that!

Scissors: Oh. Well, stop clicking on the porn, then.

Stapler: I don't mean to! I don't know it's porn until I click on it, and then I see those nasty photos!

Scissors: [off on a tangent...it was only a matter of time] Be careful. You could get fired for downloading porn while you're working. Oh, wait. You work for yourself. Wouldn't it be funny if you were paranoid about firing yourself?