I used to really be into selfies, Pumpkins, but now I find my hand gets tired. Even the battery operated toys bore me. Ha! Bore me! Never mind. But I really don’t know what all the fuss is about taking a picture of yourself while you’re at it. Even the Pope did it. I’m pretty liberal, dahrlings, but that’s a bit much.
Then there’s the groupie. Tnooz says travel companies are suddenly all over that puppy. Weren’t they always? Goodness, dahrlings, things used to get so rambunctious, we’d play flick my Bic to see whose turn it was to run naked down the hall for more ice. And that was just the sales department. Ah, good times.
Kids nowadays have no idea. Do you know, Pumpkins, that the Beeb’s home was ransacked by 10 officers yesterday? They were searching for eggs. Or evidence thereof. Apparently his neighbour’s home was eggsized and a young man with nice hair is the prime suspect. Shameful. The Pope has more fun than this teenage ding dong. He really should get into travel.
Someone’s always giving it to someone. What the heck Sabre and WestJet have going on with their back ends is not pretty, dahrlings. Apparently there’s a blackout over the content, but I have it on good authority that a direct so-called API connection [I believe it stands for Applied Public Interlay] is an alternative route. Sounds like a groupie to me.
