Sorry about the amount of five-letter words, ya fucks (sorry, I don’t count so good nowadays) in the titles but, hey, some thing just gotta be said.
Fuck Facebook. It’s about as useful as a nipple on a balloon. I deleted my account.
Half the fucking time you have no idea who’s reading your shit.
Friends? What do I need friends for? I have lots of friends. I don’t need to know who their fucking friends are or where they went for vacation. There are *hello* fucking orange 8 1/2 x 11 formula FAMILY NEWSLETTERS printed out on HP printers for that.
“H went to B and M had a baby and he’s so cute”. “J has posted a comment on your wall.” “J just had a baby but the baby unfortunately had yellow eyes so we’re considering contacts.”
WHO THE FUCK CARES?
What
Ever
Happened
To
The
PHONE ya fucking fucks.
It’s easy. Pick it up. Dial.
There is now an amazing technology called email.
Fuckin’ email me, ya fucking fucks.
As you can see, my mood is now restored.
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