#TwtStory Upcoming: Five tweet stories on the subject: Self esteem.

Blast Blaze rocked a guitar like Hendrix on speed. Crank it to 11? He cranked it to 20. His doctor said he’d ruin his hearing if he didn’t turn it down, but, man, that’s why they called it Def Metal.
Moral: It’s fine to deny the future, but it’s still going to happen. #TwtStory

Skipper’s parents warned about bad influences. He went to the Azz Kikkers concert with Biff. They grounded him. After his arrest at a rave he told them, “You bozos didn’t even know I climbed out my window.”
Moral: Parents may know it all, but it’s easy to ignore them. #TwtStory

Ace Deuce and his Buddy Boomer walked down Hierba Street deep into a debate about lizard people in the Deep State when they passed an old man panhandling. With three legs. “Buddy, how fucked up is that?” The alien ate him.
Moral: Don’t dis what you don’t understand. #TwtStory

Billy Fox asked his buddy Tim if he had grape Kool-Aid. Tim said his mom usually made it but he’d try. But Tim’s Kool-Aid was sour. Not like Billy’s mom’s. Because Tim couldn’t read and didn’t add sugar.
Moral: Don’t ask the other kids when your mom can make it for you. #TwtStory

The Ferrari team laughed as the Honda team rushed earnestly to prep for the day’s F1 race. As if they stood a chance. The flag dropped. Ferrari was two laps ahead already. Except their car ran out of fuel on the last lap.
Moral: If you don’t win, it’s your team’s fault. #TwtStory

#TwtStory Upcoming: Five tweet stories on the subject: Aesop’s fables for the 21st century

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Claud was convinced a child would make his marriage to Carol stronger, and his psychic hotline suggested he filled the house with crystals.
She never conceived.
“I don’t understand it,” he told Carol, who used a diaphragm and IUD at her divorce attorney’s suggestion. #TwtStory

Pete believed in pyramid power, that the ancient shape of the alien gods channeled forces of nature into his body. He placed them under his couch, his bed, his desk, all over his house, which he lost when along with his investments in the pyramid power pyramid scheme. #TwtStory

Carl Carlens showed up for the rainbow flash mob in his clown costume only to discover he’d been sent to a Taco Bell. Back home he found his partner changing out of his costume. “Maybe you shouldn’t have texted the address to your MAGA friends last time,” Bob said. #TwtStory

Carl Carlens returned his pet rock to the hobby store. “I followed the instructions exactly, but it just sits there like a rock. It’s either deaf or it doesn’t speak English. Is this rock made in America?”
The clerk said, “It’s made in Hong Kong. Must be an immigrant.” #TwtStory

Mayaluna let her mood ring guide all her decisions about men. When it turned amber she left without leaving her number, blue she paid attention to their every word, red (for passion) she hopped into bed. She filed for divorce after it turned black 730 days in a row. #TwtStory

Mayaluna wrote in her journal, as she did immediately upon rising, to make sure she didn’t forget the day’s details. Her pet toy pegasus lit on her shoulder to read her notes. “Boring.”
“It’s the latest fad—a waking journal. Reading it, I think I’ll stay in my dreams.” #TwtStory

#TwtStory Upcoming: Five tweet stories on the subject: Fads.

The Corporation dispatched Rock Hart to Saturn to look into the xenomorph/predator gang wars. When the Klendathu bugs joined in, he got suspicious. Sure enough, the MAGA refugees were stirring up trouble to spark an apocalypse and the return of their dead leader Trump. #TwtStory

Rock Hart, space dick, knew someone was trailing him. He ducked into a Martian alley to get the drop on his ghost. Rick Deckard, blade runner. Hart showed his ID. “I’m not a replicant. I’m an AI PI Droid.” Decker dropped his weapon. Hart shot him. Synths stick together. #TwtStory

The old Martiantown district of Jupiter was rife with corruption and Hart was in the thick of it. A Mullwrayvian dame hired him to find out who knocked her up. He soon discovered he was neck deep in incest. Her 15 daughters were her sisters. And mothers. Grandmas, too. #TwtStory

Rock Hart held onto the Neptune Gryphon until he’d proved it was a con by the Grutbot to fleece the Martians of their diamond monopoly. The cops took Grutbot and the Gryphon. They said it was the stuff dreams were made of but Hart knew dreams are made of Martian heroin. #TwtStory