Friday, September 9, 2016

Pangs of Sorrow

Say something NICE about FARCEBOOK.

OK.

It often helps you realize that people you used to know are not worth knowing now.

Maybe they're boring. Fat. Aging badly. Or all three.

Instead of actually picking up a phone and risking never being able to get rid of the jerk, you can find her on FARCEBOOK and make an instant decision on whether to connect again, or leave well enough alone.

Usually "Gee, I wonder what she's doing lately" is answered by "NOTHING." Or "LESS THAN ZERO."

Happily, come what May, the person YOU don't want to see in concert, or rekindle a relationship with, or even give a "remember me" shout-out to...is VERY happy being totally idiotic on FARCEBOOK.

The person will show pix of that sparsely attended concert at some obscure bar-restaurant. She'll offer photos of what she had for dinner. She'll pose giddily with unphotogenic retards. She'll offer boring MEMES that make you so glad you aren't getting actual greeting cards and having to respond and do get-togethers in person.

What a relief that this clueless, often blobulent and unsightly corpse-in-training is doing just fine without you.

PS, if you had a choice, 2016, of fucking the widow or the ex-mistress, I think you'd choose the former.

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