Understandably, Facebook has rules. Not so understandably, I break them. To me, Facebook rules mean as much as the STAFF ONLY sign at any one of the concerts I've broken backstage to, in fact, much, much less. As it turns out, our "friends" at Facebook, don't like it so much when you pick random people, using a search targeted at those with similar interests, and send them messages concerning, oh, I don't know, let's say, an up and coming online magazine, namely, this sexy motherfucker you're reading right know.
It all happened when I found this one guy, after looking up the words "Toronto underground" named Abe, whose profile picture was of him chewing on a fat nug of what looked like some damn good weed. After hundreds of warning windows stating that what I was doing was gonna get me shit-canned, I pressed the send button, and like Neo, waking from the matrix into a crewl new world, I was ejected off Facebook.
I hope they give me my shit back. I wrote some "sensitive material" on the ol' FB to my fiance on more than one (fuckin loads) occasion.
But now I know better. Oh yes, even as I write this, not-so-nice ideas of how to fuck with people are boiling to the surface.
THAT'S IT, FACEBOOK, I'M PULLIN YOUR CARD.
1 comment:
Shit I was wondering why you disappeared off facebook! What did you do that it warned you you were going to be banned???
Chris
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