Face it. You love us. You love us more than anything. In fact, if you could, you'd love to take us home with you and have your mother serve us tea while you talk about your collection of rare 18th century rolling pins.

Well guess what? Now you can do exactly that. Only on the Internets. And not in person. And probably not in your home. And only if your mom is really hot and likes to swing.

A bunch of us Japanator types are spilling our stinking guts all over Twitter. If you are some sort of Quaker who has recently defected and is using a computer for the first time, get your foot off the mouse. That's for hands. For those of you more up-to-date with the cyberspace and haven't already heard, Twitter is a great way to not only waste your life, but the lives of thousands of people who like to pretend they are your friends. If you are not yet a member, then you are dead to us. If you are a member, then why aren't you following me yet? I AM SO LONELY. And who doesn't want to know about the weirdos in my neighborhood, or how much cuter my dog is than every other dog in the world ever yes even yours?

I won't impose upon the other Jtor and Dtoid staff by posting all of their twitterological information here. I'll let them whore themselves out in the comments. Which is what everyone else should do. Again, LONELY. GIVE ME HUGS.

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