Trumping the Twitter Crapper

I installed two mobile WordPress plugins on my site, one to format this page for mobile surfers and the other to let me blog from my new CrackBerry Curve. I’m testing the latter with this post.

It occurred to me I could make the much-maligned Twitter tweets from the crapper, but it further occurred to me I could take this thing into the bedroom. If I were to actually do so, I’d be able to trump the guys tweeting their dumps.

Specifically, I could tweet sex.

In theory, anyway. I imagine the meatspace side of my conversation would go like this:

“Yeah, baby. Keep that up for a minute while I tap out this tweet.”

“I’d do that for you any other night, but right now I need my hands free for this tiny keyboard.”

“Hell yeah I’m uploading this camphone pic to Flickr! My readers will love it!”

“Honey? Why are you putting your pants on?”

“What do you mean I’m sleeping on the couch!”

“Hello, 911? I need you to speak up: speaker phone is a bit muffled by the walls of my colon.”

About Mike Oliveri

Mike Oliveri is a writer, martial artist, cigar aficionado, motorcyclist, and family man, but not necessarily in that order. He is currently hard at work on the werewolf noir series The Pack for Evileye Books.

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