If I'm looking at my phone I now reply, 'No. I am not Twittering,' in a sort of flat monotone. And tweet.
Don't look I'm changing!!
Waiter: Look at who they have to serve.
Here's what she said to me: GO TO SLEEP.
They both ask for change and never get any.
A rashtag.
Well, there's my family and......OH MY GOD WHERE'S MY FAMILY!!
A1: You need a quarter to use the phone.
For me it's three weeks.
The conga!
Some sort of karate expert I can't even open a Cheetos bag.
Everything " I replied
He replied "Over there next to mine."
Tweet!
I poop with both hands.