Favstar wird sogar noch besser, wenn du dich anmeldest.
Popular people need to remember that their popularity is determined by how much unpopular people like them.
Every star you give me is validation that my ex was wrong.
So when I talk to my imaginary friend, I'm "crazy," but when you talk to yours, you're "religious"?
Tweeters who protect their tweets are like people at a party who would rather talk on their cell phone.
I've nicknamed my cute, shirtless, 17 year old neighbor Next Year.
My whole life, I've said whacky things & gotten blank stares.
On Twitter, those same thoughts get me gold stars.
I've found my calling...
Clitoris is a hard little bitch and can take a lot of abuse, because she grew up in the hood.
I hate having to use my inside voice when I orgasm.
I wish it was my job to sit around laughing at tweets all day. Actually, he is unaware, but that's what my boss is paying me to do anyway.
A bottle of Grey Goose is so expensive, but tonight I'm gonna party like it's $19.99.
If you get hungry, you always have the option to eat me.
I'm the snack that smiles back!
What I really want is a man who knows when to treat me like a lady, a little girl, and a slut. Possibly all within 5 minutes.
Not to make you jealous, but I can pretty much automatically tell when two people are identical twins.
Twitter: So you can carry all of your favorite people around in your pocket.
Vodka is awesome, because it hugs me from the inside.
If you're 19 years old and refer to your childhood as "back in the day," I will spank you and put you in a timeout!
Tonight, I'm playing strip Twitter and removing one piece of clothing every time someone re-tweets me.
You WILL make eye contact with me as I star fuck you!
I’m so addicted to Favstar that I’ll be confused if my future husband doesn't propose by sticking a gold star to my forehead.
I probably killed that spider the first time I hit it with my shoe, but I hit it 20 more times in rapid succession just to be sure.
You're going to love me at least half the time.