The tweets that died on the wing 1

It seems that Twitter hasn’t received, or has chosen to ignore, every text message I’ve sent to it since about 11pm 0on Thursday. So, because I’m obsessive and some of them are quite odd, here they are in order of sending-

Friday the 13th followed by Valentines. It’s a bad weekend to be superstitious or single.

The predictive text combination for cock is the same as for anal. (and coal, but that’s not as rude.)

Must google merkins.

Oops. I fell off the wagon. Ah well, Dirty Tackle is nice.

Do not disrespect the nipples.

Dan’s tranny birthday party?

I would, if I got the chance.

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