It’s Monday again, and you know what that means. It’s time to quietly doze at your desk for the first 3 hours of the work day. Also, it’s time to talk tweets. I’ve gathered the best and the brightest, or just the ones that caught my eye for their joke/innuendo potential. Our feeds were inundated with pictures of Halloween costumes and helpful reminders about the time change, and, of course, the same ol’ shenanigans from your local Twitter celebs. Check out this week’s tweets after the jump.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year! I’m not talking about that time when you awkwardly exchange gifts with a family member who drew your name and knows nothing about you. I’m talking about the time of year when you get free candy, dress in something ridiculous, and probably get a little too drunk and toilet paper the house of the cop who lives in your neighborhood.
Little known fact about me: the last time I trick or treated was when I was 21-years old. It was cool though, because when I wear a hoodie and a Jason mask, you could totally mistake me for a 15-year old boy. And while that’s still too old to trick or treat, it’s more acceptable than a girl who should be dressing like a skank at a frat party asking people for candy. My love and extensive research of trick or treating totally qualifies me to give you some insider info on areas in Oklahoma City to go trick or treating. Check out our guide after the jump.
It’s just another manic Monday. Which means it’s time for tweets! At least, I think that’s how the song goes. Anyway, there were tweets and things that went down and I’ve got them all wrangled in this here corral for your reading pleasure.
I was lucky enough to attend the Confluence Conference at the Lyric Theatre this weekend. I learned a lot about digital influencers and blogging and that putting the word “transvestite” in a tweet totally won’t get you a $1,000 prize package from Remington Park. But anyway, all this is to say that I’m officially qualified to judge the social media of others, so know that these tweets (after the jump, duh) are being critiqued by a professional.
When I get drunk, I sing “Friends in Low Places.” When I sing karaoke, I sing “Friends in Low Places.” It has only recently been brought to my attention that “Friends in Low Places” isn’t actually the state song. (Apparently there’s a song called “Oklahoma” from a musical called “Oklahoma”?) I’ve always thought this song was my go-to (and would probably be my entrance music if I got into the professional wrestling biz) because it was a catchy tune that invoked the spirit of blue collar, drunken asshole behavior. But lately, I’ve been thinking there is probably something more.
The thought struck my mind last week when Garth Brooks posted a pretty cryptic message on his website. According to NewsOK.com:
Norman is kind of a sketchy place. I mean that in a good way. Usually, you can kind of smell marijuana on Main Street after dark, you know half the people in the bars can’t possibly be of legal drinking age, and we don’t have open container laws on game days. Basically, it’s like the wild, wild west with outlaws running the city. If I saw someone wearing chaps and brandishing a six-shooter, I wouldn’t even be surprised. Well, I kind of would, because Pistol Pete isn’t really welcome in Norman.
Anyway, the crime in Norman just got a little more serious. Instead of drunken college kids and hipsters getting high in between shows at the Opolis, we have some crazy car thieves moving in.
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