From our lips to Elon’s ears

Well, healthier than whatever you've been doing...

It's always 'wyd' and never 'ihtmmylauhsyatm' (I hope these memes make you laugh and understand how special you are to me).

The best remnants of the bird app

A tweet a day keeps the boredom away

The X files

He's making a tweet, he's checking it twice

Let them tweet

Tweet it and weep

Bird app nonsense

Beautiful and brave

Fresh tweets for fresh folks

It should come as no surprise that Twitter has a lot to offer in the funny content department. Comedy writers and aspiring humorists love to create short, pithy tweets that are full of wit and send them out into the world for us unfunny schmucks to enjoy. The only problem here is that the bird app also happens to be brimming with negativity. The political debates, offensive remarks, and persistent trolls feel omnipresent. Because of this sad fact, w e've gathered some of the more recent and amu…

Happy Monday. Every week we lament the arrival of the ever-reliable harbinger of groans and grumbles. We all know how painfully predictable they can be, as if time itself conspires to make the start of the week as agonizing as possible. But fear not, weary soul, for in this unending cycle of workweek misery, we have a few tricks up our sleeves to make it all a little more bearable. Mostly, it's Twitter. We can never stop scrolling through the constant stream of thoughts from public figures and…

Happy November, y'all. October was kind of a month. I'm sure a lot of stuff happened, but it's already a blur. Kanye West was Kanye West-ing, Elon Musk brought a damn sink into Twitter HQ , and Halloween happened for what felt like a week straight. Those events are enough on their own, but we're definitely missing a lot. One thing we're not forgetting is the wealth of hilarious, weird, and relatable tweets shot into the world by people who probably spend way too much time on the internet. In fa…

Like it or not, social media addiction is a 100% real affliction. And boy, are we afflicted. At the start of each day, I have dreams. Goals. Hopes. Wants. For example, I've been staring at Fernando Pessoa's The Book of Disquiet for months now. It's collecting dust on my bedside table, and yesterday I promised myself I would read at least a few of the poems. By the time I finished my work for the day, I was too brain-dead to even turn a page. That's where social media came in. Instead of reading…