Twatl

an insignificant yet noxious little stain that refuses to go away or recognise when it has been bettered. usually to be found latched onto something with more substance than itself (easily found), the tw-tl will try to impress with bravado and bolshiness, using inane babbling to attempt to cover it’s very limited sphere of knowledge.

unfortunately this will, ultimately, result in the tw-tl looking more like a p-n-s than ever before.

its bipolar nature complicates the situation with a leading professor in the field describing the tw-tl as “a mong leprechaun, dancing around a paper toadstool, offering w-nker handshakes one second and flinging sh-t the rest.”

the tw-tl has an irrational fear of what it describes as “internet hard men” (although a more accurate description would be “fellow internet users who actually know their -rs- from their elbow”) which leads the tw-tl into round after round of ever more delusional and contradictory self repet-tion.

the tw-tl has been proven time and again to be an -rs-biscuit of the highest order, yet finds itself hugely amusing. some suggestions from the scientific community put this down to it’s latchees “putting it up” to make a fool of itself for their own s-d-stic amus-m-nt. this, of course, is something that goes way over the tw-tl’s head and only serves to encourage it to unprecedented heights of self destructive behaviour.

further investigation into the tw-tl’s nature has proven difficult as researchers will often p-ss out after observing the subject for a short while. it is entirely possible that, with more exposure to the tw-tl, we could find the first ever example of death by boredom.
suffice to say someone behaving as described above is a tw-tl