Saturday, December 6, 2008

MySpace

There is no shittier site than MySpace. My oldest friend is Tom and he is a putz. Why is he looking over his shoulder like he is waiting to be mounted? I ask him that often but he is no longer returning my emails. What kind of a friend feels that he is too good for me? If a friend cannot tell you the truth then are they really a friend? You've got crap in your teeth and it makes you look like a dope. I am a great friend. Love me, you fucker! I know I am because my friends constantly send me offers for Gucci handbags and Macy's discount cards. Why would they do this if they didn't think I was awesome? Sure I used to accept friend invites just so I could delete them once accepted, but no more. Now I at least let them develop a repoir before X-ing them out. It is the decent thing to do.

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