Twitter, the masturbatory social time sink that has ensnared even the all powerful Oprah and her legion, is currently down for scheduled maintenance.

Unable to post there, and burdened with an abundance of useless (read: tweet-worthy) information, I struggled to get through the outage. I e-mailed my favorite game blogger, Miss bs angel of Hawty McBloggy, and made a desperate request for just a small taste of information. "I need my fix", I pleaded.

Here's how she replied:

There's this thing I love doing called Twitting.
When it goes down though I feel like spitting.
What am I to do,
I haven't a clue.
Whomever will I tell that I'm shitting?

Out of the park. But not to be outdone, I had to reply with a limerick of my own:

I hate to sound nasty and bitter,
but my life has gone straight down the shitter,
I've got plenty to say,
bout my boring old day,
And alas, I can't post it to Twitter!

One way to pass the time, I suppose. Feel free to post your own variants in the comments.