Twitter's interface makes it easy to neglect its own weight. When you're standing there thumbing your phone screen, you don't always grasp the power you have to make an impression-- however small-- on every one of your followers with a single click. When you're famous, that number is in the range of hundreds of thousands of people you can contact instantly with whatever sub-140-character information you desire.
So yeah, here's David Price broadcasting a photo of his French bulldog Astro pinching a loaf to 191,000 followers:
And yeah, that's textbook pooping form, but it's not magic. My dog pooped out something with a legible bar code on it last week. That's magic.