So loyal. I could post the tax code and still draw a yuuuuge crowd of adoring fans. They love me no matter what I do. Just look at the fantastic numbers on my twitter account; I have 35 followers. Do you believe that? Thirty flipping five. And those arenβt fake followers, those arenβt bots. Theyβre devoted readers, fabulous people who cherish my every word. Including covfefe and unpresidented.
My fans donβt care if I make sense. They donβt mind if my verb tenses agree or ifΒ my claims are preposterous, they worship me. They love the fact Iβm unhinged, it makes me relatable. The crazier I act, the louder they cheer. I make wild assertions — like βI drew the biggest crowd ever in historyβ or βlizard people run public televisionβ or βIβm talentedβ — and folks believe me. Itβs amazing.
Fact checkers and grammarians are overpaid hacks, anyway. Iβm an original; I think for myself and create my own reality. I spell according to whim and believe punctuation is for suckers. ALL CAPS and SUPERLATIVES and EXCLAMATION POINTS are the mark of great intelligence! The fake smarties depend on lame knowledge. They use footnotes and paragraphs, logic, neurons. Sheesh, all I need is 140 characters. Β Β
The important thing is, Iβm a winner. All I do is win. Win, win, win, win win, win!!!!!!Β Believe me, I know. What I donβt know I just make up. Even words, I make them up, too — mostly by mistake. And they become the most popular words in the world. Everyone uses them, but no one knows what they mean. Except me. I know. Iβd tell you, but itβs classified, a major secret, very bigly, so I canβt.
I, alone, am Queen of this vast, sprawling domain, and I make the rules. I do not follow them. Your deep, undying loyalty will, of course, be rewarded with a quick toss under the bus. Youβre welcome :o)
copyright Β© 2017 the whirly girl
21 responses to “: I have the most loyal people :”
My pleasure! K D :)
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Great tongue and cheek post! Awesome. Incredible – the best I have read regarding well…you know who. K D :)
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What a terrific comment. Thanks! But to be honest, you know who makes it so easy … π
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Hi Whirly Girl, Yes, he does, but it takes courage to speak your mind, as you did. Thank you. K D
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Holy cow, I’m incredibly flattered K D. Thanks for making my day!
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Now you have 36! Love your humor! ππ
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Humor? I’m dead serious π
PS. And thank you!
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Can’t help myself…I’m now at the back of the queue of your adoring fans.
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Bless you! I know how very, really long the line is, but I’m worth it π€₯
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Somebody has to make up words. They don’t grow on trees, you know.
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Hahahah, you’re so right. Thanks for the reminder! ππ»
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Maybe your claims are preposterous…
Who am I to say?
But your clams… well, that’s how I initially read it… I take a tremendous, bigly exception to preposterous clams…
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Bwahahaha!! Okay, where do you come up with this stuff? Can you teach me how? And should I take a Berlitz class in Russian? You know, in case …
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… in case those clams turn out to be true…?
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Bingo π―
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OH WHAT FUN!!!!!!!!!
It’s gotta be the whimsy. Who doesn’t love whimsy?
But now that I think about it, I really don’t know what whimsy is. Must be a bigly mysterion. Hang on a minute while I go check my wordosaurus dex.
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Whimsy is perfect. I love that description! Thank you π
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I’m thinking you are harder to find than you think on twitter. It took a bit of searching but I tracked you down. @WhirlyDame It’s like Whirly Girl grew up and is now a Dame. ;-)
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Here’s the thing: I never figured out how to link whirly to twitter, it’s still tied to publikworks. Am I a genius or what? Now you follow both and you’re my very first follower on @whirlydame. Woohoo, got one π£
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π Made my day!!!! Love it.
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And you’ve made mine. Thanks x 1,000,000!
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