Run and tweet that!

So I was thinking of a topic to blog about, and then it hit me; talk about Twitter.
Ah yes Twitter. That so-called socially relevant tool that millions of people use everyday to tweet to all their friends and anyone else interested in their boring lives such monumental acts such as what he or she had for breakfast that day, if they took a shit, and how big it was, or whether or not, in a woman's case, if they finally got their period. Trust me folks, when it comes to the most mundane topics you could possibly write about, that's what Twitter's become. Even famous people's tweets about what they do during the day is deemed "news-worthy." God only knows what the hell superheroes and their foes would tweet about!

E-baying used deathrays?  Trading aerial sex positions? Lonely, bored millionaire playboys looking for a companion, ugh I mean 'sidekick'. Whatever.

So here's my stab at Twitter, featuring fellow Teen Titans alumni, Robin and Red Arrow.


Enjoy!

Red Arrow: "Hey Dick, nice Twitter page.......you dick! Ha ha! I mean isn't that what you do anyways? You know since you're a Robin and all?

Robin: "Gee Roy, a bird joke. Never heard that one before. I guess it's a good thing that we're all not exactly like what we named after right?

Red Arrow: "Huh?"

Robin: "Take you for example: Your old name was Speedy. Now if you were to break down why you'd call yourself that, then that would mean you either  a). run really fast, which you don't, except you think you do when you're on drugs. b), You're an unrepentant IV drug user, or c). You prematurely ejaculate. Does any of that sound familiar?"

Red Arrow: "Very funny Dick. But it's like Meatloaf said, "two out of three ain't bad."

I'll tell Layne Staley and Kurt Cobain you said high. Get it? High? Ha ha!"

Robin: "Groins."

Wanna' see the twitter war that started this who thing? I bet you do.

I swear its real!

Finally, here's the inspiration to the title of his post.

Basically, there was video taken of a news crew interviewing one Antoine Dodson. You know, the guy who was auto-tuned to death, and turned an assault into cash flow. Nice.

Give it up for Mr. Antoine Dodson!

See, I told you I loved you!