Earlier this week I started following the Pope on Twitter because I figured if I could get a follow back and he saw me tweeting about what a good person I am and how good I am at not eating sugar, I'd totally score some pretty big points. And even thought the Pope insists that he is actually the real Pope with his Twitter name, the_real_pope, I really had my doubts.
First of all, the Pope didn't even know how to use Google last week, so it'd be a pretty big leap to go from not being sure where the power button on a computer is to twitterer in just a few days, you know what I mean? But then after reading all of the Pope's tweets, I started to come around again because spaghetti can be a pretty tricky word to master, especially with a thick German accent, so it kind of made sense. But then I realized it isn't the Pope at all. It's just some disgruntled chick from Texas, which is pretty disappointing because now I have to figure out some other way to get into heaven. Fuck.