FUCK FACEBOOK
Facebook drives me batty. It makes me go a little bit nuts inside. Do I have an account? No. Will I ever have one? Unless it’s a rogue one, the answer remains the same. NO. No fucking thank you. Am I the only person on the planet who thinks that this virtual social connection is a motherfucking low jack? Seriously.
I just hacked into someone’s account and saw a bunch of “thugs” posing for their Facebook pictures. …Just in case the cops don’t already know what they look like, why not help the retards (excuse my French) out. And while you’re at it, put ALL of your information on your page including where you work, your family members, where you went to High School, more photos, your email, your phone number... The list goes on.
And is it just me or does everyone on Facebook look like they are having the best lives ever? They primp themselves for their photos, wear stylish outfits and pose in the most flattering positions. It’s all a sham. These people RARELY live up to their pictures in real life. When did everyone in America get plastic surgery and become models? If I were a photographer, I’d make a killing off of shooting Facebook headshots. Which vanity case these days would say no to photoshop?
Peeping Toms around the globe are probably getting their jollies off to this new era of voyeurism. And I say this with the utmost respect. If I were to succumb to this purge of social interaction, my photo would exemplify everything that I stood for. It would encompass the entirety that was ‘me’. It would look a little something like this:
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BEFRIEND ME!!!!
