As you read in the last post, I'm in a real pickle.
On the one hand I want a Twitter account and on the other hand I don't want to tell folks my birthday.
Then it came to me.
If Conan O'Brien could get his squirrel a Twitter account, I could get one for my dog Izzy.
Hurray.
Problem solved and no longer bored.
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Tuesday, April 20, 2010
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