I just never understood Twitter’s appeal, but then again I’ve always despised blurbs. Give me paragraphs or give me death. I’m too complex, nuanced and rambling to confine myself to 140 characters and I’m not interesting enough to merit having a chronicle of my every mundane thought. And few are, BTW.

Seriously, what is with that family and their endless fascination with gigantic asses? This “Blac Chyna” woman looks like she has a Michelin stuffed in her pants.