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Some serious spoofing going on if you mention the name of the fat blowhard that puts his name in gold on everything and is running for president. This is weird. I posted a reply to an original tweet earlier today I included the hashtag “#Trump” in the short copy. It was hijacked into this:
“#Trump” became “#Donald “I will be the greatest jobs president that God ever created” Trump” instead.
This must be a thing.
— julian rogers (@thejujueye) August 4, 2015
The genius comedian and I agree on many things. This one thought in particular as of today. That single “favorite” that my tweet got? That’s from Amy herself. (A few other “favorites” have since trickled in. Amy’s was the first.)
Y’know, I’ve had enough. The last thing I need is another @amyschumer profile. I love her, but let’s let her get some rest.
— julian rogers (@thejujueye) August 2, 2015
I have met the perfect married man. As it turns out, he’s right. About everything. Read my latest article, which is my first with BLUNTMoms. And put down the torches and pitchforks. It’s all in fun.
The Washington tourism office will never hire me.
So, you did the ALS ice bucket challenge. Nice. That’s cool, I guess. I, uh, what now? You say you want to challenge someone else? You’re gonna pass along the challenge to dunk a bucket of ice water over their head after you’ve done it yourself. Sweet! I mean, kinda. It’s cool, I guess. Whatever.
You can pick me. Wait, what? OK. No, that’s cool. So, no. Don’t pick me. You don’t have to pick me. You are picking that other guy. Someone famous. OK. That’s totally cool. No prob. I get it. But I mean … I’m, whatever.
I mean, hey, who wants to dump ice water over their head? Not me, that’s who. I’m glad you didn’t pick me. I feel lucky, truly. It’s not a big deal.
So, yeah. I wouldn’t want to be picked. I don’t need the attention. I don’t care if you don’t. Totally. I mean, it’s no biggie.
True, most people that get picked not only dump the ice water on their heads, but also donate to ALS research, but you never know what that famous guy will do. Peer pressure and all. He may donate big bucks and still dump the icy water on his head for your amusement. Haw, haw, haw. Big win for everyone, right?
Glad I’m not part of it. Dodged a bullet with that one. Of course, I’ve never wanted to pretend I’m the coach that just won the championship. Seriously, who would?
It’s gonna be a really hot one here today in the middle of August. I’m just sayin’. Probably is really hot where the famous guy is too. For sure. So, good call.
So, anyway, I’ll be outside. See ya. Oh look, there’s my bucket. Been looking for that.
Think hard, tourist.
I don’t want to die here in paradise. I paid for a round-trip ticket. Read my latest article for WiseTribe about how the Chilean earthquake made me feel like fool.