MYSTERY SOLVED! How Charlie Sheen Makes his Tweets

Thanks to The Bloggess, I spent the better part of a day doing this.

It's not what you think.

If you follow me on Twitter, you know that my Tweets are kind of a mess, but this link right here will take your Tweets, mix them up, and come up with suggestions for your next one.

Results may vary.

Here are some of the ones they came up with for me. Admittedly, most of them sound like they're being delivered by Yoda, but whatever.

Enjoy:

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I'm not sure if we have to brick because we're related or not related.

I should probably ask that psychiatrist.

YES.

Because if there's one place I get my inspiration from, it's a cartoon bird fascinated with pickles.

Okay.

This is starting to sound eerily similar to my Vicodin tweets.

If I DID have Sarah Jessica Parker, I can tell you that I would totally be hooking up with a time-travel laundry basket machine to undo that shit.

Every time I think of Ms. Pac-Man swallowing, I spill all over again.

This is not unusual.

I'm not sure what is the most addictive game ever, here.

Is it the one about weird shit on Friday, or the one where you try to keep Steven Spielberg from giving amazing blowjobs?

I wish these Tweets were clearer.

I would totally buy that shirt.

Between the shirt and this new venture, I'm totally making Southwest my official airline.

I'm sorry but I don't think ANY porn starring Ron Jeremy is actually God's will.

I think this Tweet is actually @StevenSpielberg.

The everyday conundrum:

Should I purchase this property or toss a load on my neighbor's whites?

That's right.

Just you wait.

In my defense, I AM really nice outside my biological children.

I can't speak to the Darth Maul thing, though. But I wouldn't put it past him. He IS kind of an asshole.

Talk about your up and down days!

Guy shits himself. There is clear evidence of this, obviously.

Then the guy runs into a vagina.

That's what we call a 'silver lining,' people.

WHOA. I'm not going to get myself too excited over this one.

Just because I qualify for the giant rubber band doesn't necessarily mean I'll get it.

So true.

Ugh.

That poor kid.

Best. Marathon. Ever.

Woops.

That one is actually just a regular Tweet. My apologies.

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