Note: This post was clearly supposed to be for yesterday but what had happened was…
Loitering on Twitter pays off sometimes. Because if you do it at the right time for long enough, stuff will happen that’ll have you eating popcorn like Michael Jackson in Thriller. Last night, I sho’ll was at home like:
So what had happened was… remember MySpace? Mmmhmm. eHarmony before eHarmony even knew it needed to exist? Yes. The place where glitter wallpaper and heart cursors went to prosper? Yes you do. If you don’t, you’re a baby. Bless your heart. Are you sure you’re at the right place? iKeed. You’re welcome to stay.
Ennehweighs, Tom Anderson, everyone’s first friend (and founder of MySpace) has been chilling. Because at one point, MySpace lost its cool and folks jumped ship for Facebook. And even he quit the place. Now, it’s relaunching and it’ll be without the white t-shirt wearing friendly neighborhood tech multimillionaire. And he is not e’em worried.
He decided to weigh in on the Instagram Terms of Service madness via Twitter yesterday, and someone threw shade at him. He proceeded to read them for filth.
OOP. WELP. GAHTDAMB, DAWG!
My dude Tom basically told this guy that he don’t need more people because he was sitting on half a billy 7 years ago as this random Twitter homeboy is working his fingers to the bone.
Well, damb. READ. READDDD THOMAS! He basically said “Don’t come for me, bro” and I am here for it. This was definitely his version of Oprah’s “And you, sir?”
Someone check on @Polotapia because he just got his wig snatched so proper and so cleanly that he might need hair plugs. His mentions were in SHAMBLES too. Ouch.
But Tom wasn’t done reading. NO, HE WAS NOT!
Not “More than the mona lisa bitch.” LMAO!!! But really. I’m fine with Tom keeping this old picture up. I don’t like change. And seeing a pic of him straightforward and not in a white t-shirt might freak me out. LET TOM’S PROFILE PIC BE GREAT. And the same.
It’s obvious that Tom is clearly out of dambs to give. It is a DAMB recession and he has a shortage. He is unable to shell out any extra dambs to anybody and I AM LOVING IT!
Can you blame him? If I was sitting on $580 million, I know I’d be walking around not giving a care or hoot either. Tom’s bio says “enjoying being retired.” Meanwhile, the rest of us are working like fat rats in the New York subway. Chile… he wins.
And I was wondering. Is Myspace Tom a straight or nah? Because he was throwing massive amounts of shade like he went to the RuPaul School of Wig Snatch. Whoooo! He’d make Nene Leakes proud.
The moral of this story is: Don’t try it with Tom. He got mouth.
So whatcha think? Did you enjoy this lesson in mini draggage brought to us by the former CEO of MySpace? Because iLived.
Category: Social Media