Sometimes, you’ve just got to say ‘what the f–k’

I am not one to live dangerously. I don’t zip in and out of traffic. I always wear my seatbelt. I toss deli meat after the expiration date. I don’t skydive, with or without a parachute. And I absolutely, positively, don’t visit websites that come through my spam filter.

But Twitter, ah, Twitter …

That’s me, today, over at The Whine Sisters, talking about the temptation to click on those damned Twitter spam links …