The responsibilities of being a twenty first century gentlemen in a society so beauty driven and self-judgemental seems like a more harder task than slaying a dragon. I’d rather kill a dragon then think of a clever tweet to get my followers to be really engaged. Not giving a boring a tweet, I hope a dragon would attemp to eat me when I tweeted something lame. A ferocious fire spitting beast would come out of the mountains and chase you down for a day because you tweeted about being in love with the weekend.
We all love the weekends, get over it. Monday will still come.