I was digging through Google Drive for some "important" "documents" and I realized that I have been using IFTTT to log my tweets for over a year. Which includes my first visit to IKEA. What a trip down memory lane. I wonder how many followers I lost this day.
Meatball time. http://t.co/CNYjpQEUNN
PAX PAX PAX KOMPLEMENT
IKEA is a hell of tears and exhaustion.
RIBBA GLIMMA FULLKORN
Thank you all so much for coming along with me on my first trip to IKEA. I am a changed man.
Meatball time. http://t.co/To5Wg8nRX1
I have apologized to my wife. I am unsure of what I did, but IKEA is a punishment that covers all sins.
All hail the meatballs.
HOLD ON TO YOUR BUTTS. THERE IS STILL ANOTHER FLOOR.
And now my adventure in IKEA is at an end. Is it happy end? Please insert coin to play again.
IKEA must be Sweedish for Cthulhu.
Elder god IKEA, your meatballs are grand and your furniture affordable. Alas, it seems my sanity is now yours.
I burped and tasted Sweedish meatballs and if that is not what life is all about I do not even know.
I have changed my name on twitter in honor of the greatest IKEA product name. For one week I am KLADD SMULTRON.
KLADD SMULTRON NEEDS A WRENCH.
KLADD SMULTRON HAS WRENCH. TIME FOR CONSTRUCTION.
BEHOLD SUNDVIK AND SUNDVIK. KLADD SMULTRON CONSTRUCTED IT WITH HIS OWN HANDS. http://t.co/e2cANQkOss
“NOW KLADD SMULTRON
SHALL CONSUME A PEACH. HE OBTAINED IT ALONG WITH THE WRENCH. BEHOLD THE GLORY OF LIFE. http://t.co/lhojWxvgOh”
But seriously, those fjcking meatballs were so good.