The ironic thing about a piece of shit named John Powers, is that his "parody song" that he's been flogging is about FARCEBOOK. And doesn't mention his own name or how irritating it is to have shit-brains like him throwing commercial messages around and trying to earn Facebook money and fame by doing it.
ZZZ. You know the technique. You claim to be a SONGWRITER, MEDIA CONSULTANT, whatever...and because you say so, that makes it so.
Oh sure, THIS guy is a real player. That's why he's on FARCEBOOK instead of working for Jib Jab, Weird Al, Howard Stern or anyone.
Next, use as many "FRIENDS" as you can to send your shit to...and, ha ha ho ho hee hee, in doing so, your COMMERCIAL will show up to the thousands of people the FRIENDS have FRIENDED.
Oooh ooh, how many thousands of YouTube hits will this obnoxiousness generate? Isn't Lorne Michaels doing to be one of the people checking out John Powers? Maybe Letterman? Fallon? Kimmel? The Home for the Criminally Insane?
So at this point, thousands of people are sighing, does MY friend know this ASSHOLE JOHN POWERS? Should I check THIS link when I get hundreds of stupid egotistic pieces of amateur shit thrown at me every day...plus MEMES MEMES MEMES and MORE MEMES?
Well "tweak my nipples and finger my own asshole," JOHN POWERS is one hilariously classy dude, as his FARCEBOOK page tells you.
What a fucktard. He "tags" dozens and dozens of people who are so moronic they're proud to be mentioned by him on his page or on a YouTube page? He "tags" dozens and dozens of celebrity names so he can jump on their backs and wave to their hard-earned fans and pretend HE has been endorsed??
Shit-brains like this never quit. They have a few even uglier and stupider "friends" to encourage this. If only there was a way to vote a jerk like this out of show business...except he's not IN show business. He's just another SOCIAL MEDIA SOCIAL PARIAH, another fucking pain in the ass stinkbomb, another ludicrous waste of space.
EBOLA? The fucking plague is FARCEBOOK and TWITTER and FORUMS where parasites like JOHN POWERS not only lurk but fester. It's pretty insidious when you can't even enjoy a few daily remarks or photos from your REAL friends, because everybody friends ANYONE, even a punk hemorrhoid like JOHN POWERS who'll use your name to infest everyone you know. If you unfriend this asshole, the damage has already been done...and he'll be FRIENDING another thousand people to keep up his rancid game.
PS, his FARCEBOOK song? All he did was sing (badly) to the stolen melody of "What a Day for a Daydream." Weird Al he is not:
Just scoping out Facebook, catching up on today's news.
Like's what's the latest in Russia, and who agrees with my political views.
There's pictures of babies littered all over the place.
And I'm forced to watch your kids eat paste...
I thought I'd never say I miss My Space...
Yeah. Hilarious. That's like the first draft of something Weird Al wrote while on the toilet.
Maybe we ALL miss My Space at this point. I wish somebody would fire a missle up this jerk's asshole, and not miss.
This is how "entertainment" works in the 21st Century.
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