In no time at all, you'll friend and be friended by hundreds, if not thousands of utter LOSERS.
They'll have all the time in the world to cheerlead your stupidity, pat you on the back for doing nothing, and validate any moronic time-wasting thing you've posted.
That certainly includes your fat ugly blob of a body and retarded face alongside some decrepit "celebrity" nobody ever heard of.
Of course, if you're a true bottom-feeder like Bill Hoobastank, maybe you'll only get THREE idiots to tell you how "Kool" you are, but that can be enough to keep going. Compare it to ugly fat-faced Amy on GooTube, who keeps right on reading "Pride and Prejudice" to an audience of ONE.
Compare it to the Lord of the Shit Stains, who goes along to his boot sales, doing as he damn well pleases, content in his utter mediocrity and that a handful of inbred assholes care about Matt Munro as much as he does?
THREE idiots bothered to look at Hoobastank's pathetic "look at me, I paid to have my photo with a nobody" photos.
One moron was impressed that Bill wandered by some D-lister named Kim, DIDN'T pay for a photo op, but snapped a photo of her? WOW. Bill, you were "hangin'" with somebody 99% of America never heard of. Kim WHO? Some twat on "Sons of Anarchy," one of the ten thousand banal, pointless, tedious, badly acted CABLE shows in the world? One that you can't get $5 if you try and sell the DVD set on eBAY?
This moron came back to alert Bill that he should definitely stream "Sons of Anarchy." Zzzzz. Bill only wants to re-run "2001 another 2000 times." If he didn't even want to pose with Kim (too young for him; and she's on a show that didn't go off the air at least 30 yeas ago) why would he want to watch her stupid show?
Who else? He managed only TWO other twits willing to bother encouraging him. Oh yeah, Bill, you are "AWESOME" and "KOOOOOOL." Compared to what, a dead skunk in the middle of the road?
But that's the point. While most of us realists and cynics suffer along, not at all interested in being the big fish in a toilet bowl and getting "nice comments" from retards, a lot of brain-dead fools and pathetic has-beens DO seem to get off on this obvious "you say something NICE about me, and I'll say something NICE about you" foolishness.
I'd like to think that alone in his bed, and his fucking photos unviewable in the dark, Bill weeps a tear for his wasted life and his many failures. That he understands that standing next to Terry Moore for 10 seconds is nothing to grin and be proud of.
Speaking of Terry and her ill ilg, I happened to glance at the Farcebook page on a few D-list actresses. One of them posted a 'look at me, somebody wrote me up' article in an obscure fanzine. She got a dutiful 50 or more idiots to congratulate her. Another, posting a few pictures of herself at the Chiller memorabilia show, got a handful of fanboys (if you can call dullards over 60 BOYSSSSSS) howling, "Great pix!" "You look wonderful!" "You are the Queen of Hollywood" "We love you!" and other bits of bullshit.
Like Gloria Swanson in "Sunset Boulevard" or Victor Mature in "After the Fox," you wonder how delusional these D-listers really are. Do they know this is empty flattery, and that these same idiots are "friends" with two dozen other out-of-work old sluts? Do they know that a few are willing to say anything in order to get a "thanks for the kind words" back? As in: "she noticed me! She noticed me!"
This is so low on the food chain that it's not even food, it's cardboard. Not even cardboard, just a cyber blip. It's one thing to do a blog that mentions famous people, and have a few of them actually leave a comment. It means they appreciate your creativity and acumen. But to be a Farcebook fanboy and keep screaming "You are so awesome" hoping the star will nominally "like" what you wrote? Beyond pathetic.
Actresses should know that these fan boysssss mght include predators just waiting to come to a memorabilia show and try and weasel somethign in person:
"Hi, I'm Hoobastank! You might remember the six thousand posts I've made on Farcebook pledging my undying love for you!" "Oh, why yes, nice to meet you in person." "Maybe after the show we can have dinner? I'm buying. I'll take you to any fancy restaurant within 60 miles of here!" "We're in New Jersey, there ARE no fancy restaurants within 60 miles of here. I'll be eating in the hotel restaurant with the staff guy who helped set up my table for me. But thank you anyway." "Oh, well maybe I'll see you in the hotel restaurant."
Yeah, and maybe he'll see you when he finds out your room number, drills the peephole out of the door, tricks it up ala Erin Andrews, and records you getting undressed.
It really is just fucking SAD how desperate these idiots are with their FARCEBOOK and TWATTERING and GOOTUBE nonsense. "Watch me open a package I got from Amazon!" "Tell me something about this record I bought that I know nothing about." "Come on guyyyysss, make me a star even if I sing like a mouse fart." "Please ogle photos of myself from 40 years ago that I am posting just to remind everyone I'm still alive and need attention." "I gave an orange to an old man you'd think might be my grand-uncle or something, because he doesn't even LOOK like an actor. Here's a photo of him holding the orange while I blink and grin like the imbecile I am."
No wonder Mother Nature is going berserk with climate change. She wants humans OFF the planet. NOW!
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