This post was inspired by a discussion at the dinner table, when I used the word “impetus” and it was nearly misinterpreted for “impotence.”

Ok, to many of you, this is just, no-other-word-for-it, gross. Hopefully we are stepping back into the bathroom, for a tissue, and not in a public place.

We don’t mind that you have odd pets, even exotic pets, but we don’t want to know that you have a pet mosquito.

“Why would I want to use Twitter? All they do is give us statuses on how they are eating a peanut butter sandwich…”

…guys and gals all jump up and somebody expels the remnants of the baked beans consumed an hour ago. …someone says, “Dude, that was awesome, like 3 minutes. I’m gonna tweet that!”