The Grammys, NASCAR, and Sprite
Twitter is a wonderful place for one-liners. To be funny on the site, you’ve got to be sharp and practice economy of language. You’ve only got 140 characters to make an impression.
And what better way to wind-down the work day than with a selection of some of the day’s most entertaining tweets.
Today we have some fallout from last night’s Grammy noms. We also find out what it will take for one user to respect NASCAR and learn what the phrase “Building For Jesus” really means.
The amount of people in LA tweeting that they’re scared of the wind suggests that perhaps our medical marijuana system is out of control.
If NASCAR wants me to believe it’s not a sport for idiots, they should stop reminding the drivers to start their engines.
Happy December! Unless you’re single. Then. thankfully, you have a long, dreary winter to look forward to after spending the holidays alone!
Adele isn’t gonna be nearly as happy with that Grammy when she finds out it doesn’t have a chocolate center.
Toys R Us decides NOT to sponsor this year’s Molesta Bowl between Penn St and Syracuse, NCAA in talks with Abercrombie
“Building for Jesus” is code for “You won’t get paid”
Christmas reminds me that Santa Claus is always watching me, listening to my phone calls, taking photos….Wait, Rupert Murdoch is Santa?
You know that spot where the tip of your weiner touches the hotel robe? Yeah, so does every other guy who’s ever stayed in that room.
Grammys hiphop award categories is rap for hiphop dance classes for middle aged soccer moms at the city center.
Nothing says Christmas like a love duet between a 41-year-old woman and a 17-year-old boy set in a Nintendo/Macy’s commercial.
Newt Gingrich’s head looks like a freezer bag full of mashed potatoes and old cat turds.
I wish Sprite would make a condescending racially charged ad campaign for all types of people.
I’m fat, I have a beard, and I’m more than willing to mentally scar children for life. Anyone in London looking for a cheap santa?
Kourtney Kardashian is pregnant again. It’s actually her third child. The first had to be offered to Khloe as a human sacrifice.
“Bon Iver for Best New Artist? Ugh, I liked him in ’08.” — every hipster in America