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There are a few times in Twitter history when you can say you remember where you were when. Tila Tequila’s (weekly) meltdown, the premier of @shitmydadsays, @THE_REAL_SHAQ using every vowel, and so on. Add drunk Louis C.K. to the list, because it might have to rank right up there... or down there, depending on your view and whether you think ranting drunks are cute or just racist. Picture a passed out comedian in first class, Blackberry in hand, unfinished tweet ready to send. Before that point though? Well, see for yourself. (Really NSFW and Beatles’ fans.)

A house is now following you on Twitter.

A house. On Twitter. Based on the follows I’ve gotten from all walks of life, this shouldn’t have surprised me, but, a house. I’ve gotten a ton of “green” followers lately too, but this takes things a little farther, donnit? On Twitter. A house. (I don’t mind because, well, I keep waiting for Kit from Knight Rider to follow me, so a house is just one more step. Talking VW? I could see that too.) But what became odd was several people for the house started following me as well. Ehhh, rather you just stay with the gimmick of the house sans people. I said sans.

Twitter, 1:00 am.

Sometimes, quitting time needs to happen just a little earlier.