This tells you how to delete all your Twitter DMs – If you’ve come here through a Google search then there’s a good chance you’re too lazy to read on and find out how to do it. How do I know? My bounce rate tells me so! So don’t be so bone idle, read on and you’ll get the answer you came looking for. 
So you’re a badass Twit who randomly follows anyone and everyone just to get your follower count as high as you possibly can? Of course you are. There’s no need to feel ashamed for being a Screaming Attention Whore.
The downside of this kind of malarkey is all the make money online pillocks send you auto DMs welcoming you, thanking you for your follow and then offering their free piece of crap gift. Pillocks!
I’m not a Screaming Attention Whore, I’m just super popular and do a lot of talking via DMs 
. My real problem is I’m too lazy to delete my Twitter Direct Messages and recently it got really ridiculous with nearly 300 DMs to be deleted. Unfortunately Twitter only permits messages to be deleted one at a time. Such a dull chore.
Fortunately for me I found a solution through ‘G’. G told me to go look at Twittercism Twitter Tips and Tricks who in turn directed me to Mr DM Whacker inventor and that page took me to the *** Direct Message Deleter *** Bookmarklet itself.
In Case You Missed It! This is it ——> Direct Message Deleter
***BUT*** You need to be using Firefox, or a couple of others I can’t remember but Microsoft Explorer won’t do it.
The instructions are easy enough to follow, but in essence all you do is drag the Whacker to your Nav Bar, go to your Twitter DM page and then click the Whacker. It gives you a couple of options, and then away it goes, deleting the Direct Messages en masse.
Bloody Fantastic!
There are some side issues – like it deletes the corresponding message in the senders DM account, but really, who gives a fat rat’s ass?
300 DMs gone! Job done.
Thank you Mr DM Whacker inventor.
BTW If you want to find me on Twitter then I’m @DaveFowler. And although Tracy, Mrs Crankiness herself, made the point that I haven’t been there in ages, I haven’t given up Twittering.
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Well Mr Anally Retentive, what harm were they doing? Eh? Why not just leave them, it’s not like you have to step over them every time you want to get to the lav is it?
I knew you wouldn’t understand. They were looking at me in a funny way and called my pint a girl. What would you have done?
“I’m not a Screaming Attention Whore” – hmm, that’s not what Blogger Dad told me . . .
Tara, ah, yes, but are you quite sure he used the word “Attention”?
I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m a Screaming Attention Whore. I’ll keep my precious DMs, thankyouverymuch.
Lynn, Thank you for following me. I’m looking forward to hearing what you have to say. Here’s your free gift.
And you’d better not have deleted those love declarations I DMed you, just saying.
Adrenalynn,
I printed them out and filed them under “stalker”.
Oh…this is really great info. These messages drive me nuts. I have a bad habit of just accepting follow then deleting them if I notice they are a “pillocks.”
Thank you for the info. I guess I would be labeled the “roaming blog reader.”
Hi Tammy,
It’s a real downside to Twitter. It drives me bnkers when I get an auto reply. And there are PLENTY of pillocks
Someone said you were wearing a mankini over here.
where is it?
Hi Vodkamom
Unfortunately I had to send it back to BloggerDad. We had a brief discussion about mankinis and I poured scorn on them, but he was adamant that I should try one before making judgement so he lent me his. I’d only worn it once before he demanded I return it. I offered to wash it first but he insisted that I send it back immediately and told me that he would wash it ‘at some point’. He’s a strange guy. Anyway, it turns out the mankini was no good to me, he’d stretched it all out of shape.
I’m betting a few photos were taken before you sent it back though.
Fess up, where are they? I’ll pay good money to make sure they don’t see the light of day . . .
I tried but I gave up after I’d cracked the second camera lens. BloggerDad may have a few of himself though… he’s much more photogenic than I.
@selfish – Hey, I stretched it out? I can’t help it if I’m ALL MAN while you belong to the teeny weenie club. Maybe you can borrow your wife’s underwear. Again.
@Tara – And by making sure the photos don’t see the light of day, you mean your nightstand, correct? Right next to those other photos of me that you begged, pleaded and finally paid for.
You two really ought to know better than to wake me up. Cause when I get going, I don’t stop.
BloggerDad,
I can’t believe you’d bring ‘ass size’ into this!
And I’d love to borrow my wife’s underwear again, but I expect you’ve stretched that out too!
Dang, I’ve been found out.
I can’t keep the photos of you guys on my ‘nightstand’ (you mean bedside table right?) because hubby would be jealous, so the pix of you two and Hugh Jackman are under my pillow.
Tara – I hope Fowler’s photo isn’t behind mine.
Just saying.
BloggerDad,
So are you saying you’d prefer Hugh Jackman’s photo behind yours?
Just askin’.
Well, if I’m gonna have a guy getting all handsy with me, I think I’d prefer Hugh Jackman over you. At least then I know Tara will be watching.
Wow, this thread has really devolved. I blame Tara.
Oh man, I feel all queezy now. You win. I give up.
Oh come on baby, don’t play all coy now.
Don’t pretend like you don’t like it that way!
That sound you just heard was the collective blogosphere vomiting in their mouths.