"(they) worked as jokes (in my mind)... (but) dismayed to see how they read on screen."
So, you didn't read your tweets before tweeting. Gotcha. Here's one "funny" gem:
"Nothing sadder than a hot person in a wheelchair."
Why? Because you wouldn't consider them relationship material because they're not like you?
This is sadder: a not-cool insincere asshat like you pandering for the kindness vote. You knew you were being offensive. Because you have no comedic skills (Hello, John Mayer.) That's why your mea culpa. Let's rename you Ken Jerkoff. It's appropriate.
After a gajillion years of marriage and seven (7) kids with her husband, Sean, Wynnie is now a lesbian. She has a girlfriend, but will not be getting divorced, because... ?... She needs help with the kids that range in age from adult to toddler. Confused yet? She sees her gf, Kris, twice a week. But then she said if her hubs started dating someone, well:
"I'd be heartbroken."
Really, bitch? You sobered up (allegedly), went and had a lady experience (even though you've engaged in threesomes in the past). and realized that you're all #TeamMuffin because alcohol made you a faux wiener lover. That's number one. Number two-- YOU. HAVE. A. GIRLFRIEND. Sean is to stay celibately pining for you?!?!?
I don't know how to say this tactfully, so... Eat a bag! You'll apparently hate it!
"Patricia's hairdresser can do better than me... I die."
So... you slammed your buddy Shep for making fun of Madison's career as a hair stylist (when you were dating). And now you're doing the same thing. At least she's able to support herself and her son, run a business and own a home. You're just starting a "brand" of beer... ish. In between getting drunk at bars most nights of the week.
You're a 33-year-old frat boy. Grow up. Do you need some tampons and Midol for your cramps, whiny mangina?