I never could have made it to my sixth Twitter anniversary without the support of my wife and kids, whatever their names are.
Rub-a-dub-dubstep, three men in a WERGAWERGAWERGA WOOOOP WERGAGUHGUHWERGAWERGAGUH!
Relationship status: I just farted and my dog sighed.
Whisper it softly and it sounds like rain: “yoga pants
If you men promise to keep the beards, us ladies will keep wearing yoga pants. Deal?
I farted and I thought I was gonna poop my pants but I didn’t.” #thingsa7yearoldsays
Well since you ask, Danielle, tonight I’m wearing Jeff Crew and my jewelry is by Papa John’s. My jewelry was by Papa John’s.
If you play any Tegan and Sara song backwards it sounds like Ryan Gosling singing Shakespeare into your vagina.
— dooce
Whoa—hang on, now. You’re telling me you’re a serial entrepreneur? You entrepreneuriate serially? Holy cow, this is going to be AMAZING!
