It's been said "You can't develop 180 characters

It's been said "You can't develop 180 characters or more in 180 characters or less." But as was the case with all radical writers, "can't" was not in my vocabulary. I sat at my

pc and started writing. But everything that was going through my head was more than 180 characters. How are we supposed to write something with so little words, it's not easy

ifIstoppedusingspaces&punctuationmaybeIcouldfitmyvastknowlegeintothislimitedspaceIthendiscoveredIusedthespacestobreathsoIwaspassingout Gasp! (whew) 180 characters was a challenge.

I immediately knew that my short paragraph was going to win me a nobel prize. I submitted my entry to Morgan Freeman so he could read it to the judges with his smooth voice.

But Morgan Freeman was too fucking cool to do shit. He had an attitude that made Sarah Palin seem humble. Mr. Freeman wiped his as with my submission and mailed it back to

Sarah Palin, who didn't know what to do with a Freeman-ass-stained submission. Her maid, however, framed it like it ought to be, and sold it for

to anything more than starring in geriatric porn. Her fame had gone out the window like the latest YouTube rap video. Palin grabbed her daughter Charity's feeding tube and yanked.

The feeding tube sprayed mashed potatoes into the air as Charity gargled helplessly, trying in vain to write the launch codes on a napkin before they were lost forever.

As she tried to violently write the hospital bed pitched and rolled. But with no control over her hands, she could only watch helplessly. The codes were forever lost.