I Read Your Tweets.
Twitter is like a really cheesy flea market, with all sorts of off-brand sunglasses and lamps trying to grab your attention. But occasionally, I think people Tweeting their “goods” hide preposterous things in plain sight; assuming that no one will see them. Like a stinky sock or used dental floss. Friends, I am here to tell you that I can see those stinky sock Tweets you think no one notices. I see the typos, the philosophizing at early hours, the rage Tweets. When I am monitoring for work looking for something good to ReTweet, I spy your ridiculous contribution to the massive (and growing) Twitter community.