A breath from the East Coast is what we want, Tom, old friend! Am I not right? This holy earth with its hundreds of saints and its scores of kings is a bit sickly to us sometimes, isn’t it? That arch-conjurer Geard has got such a hold on John, that he doesn’t seem to feel the oppression, does he? He’s got John as fast as he got our grandfather. He’s in there now – Lily told you, I expect? Even Miss Drew treats him with – with – – But I don’t like him. There’s something about him that makes me feel shivery and funny – as if he were a great toad. Poor old Tom. This isn’t a very nice world, is it?

Two different top repliers offered that Twitter aggregates the likes and retweets of an entire thread when ranking replies, meaning that a tweetstorm is seen as more engaging than a lone tweet, which increases the odds that it’ll be shown higher up in the stream.

I built a large-enough repository of Kid Rock lyrics that I didn’t have to worry about repeating tweets, even during Trump’s most manic periods.

He said he had recently dreamed he had engaged in hand-to-hand combat with Saddam Hussein. He specifically denied experiencing an irresistible urge to move or stretch his legs that occurred primarily in the evening.

All of you internet people need “qaulifying expressions.” No, this is the internet. I can express my opinion without having to “qaulify” for it, snowflake. And no, I’m not ignorant. Ever heard of the castrati?

One is practical and open. The other surly, superior and obsessed with reading one book – by the philosopher Kant.

People have all these grandiose and scary ideas of what goes on, but sometimes it’s really simple. There was a man who called himself the couch, and he would lie on the floor covered in a sheet, and all you would do is sit on him and talk about stuff and drink wine. That was it.

I have used the term “post-Twitchellian” because I think it best emphasizes the crucial importance of Paul Twitchell on Eckankar.

Many “bro-country” songs are about attractive young women, the consumption of alcohol, partying, and pickup trucks.

Language is not bad. It can be fresh, beautiful, and powerful.