FacebÜk

I want to kill you.
I want to dice you into tiny pieces, grind them, and feed you to the homeless.

I hate you so much.

I've worn through three mandibles with incessant grinding teeth.

Listen, kiddies..
I understand reality can be a scary place.
It's full of unwanted variables, I know.

It's okay to be afraid. Fear is a grand motivator.

No matter your game, that's not the point
All you need is a name.
A name and you have a doorway to facebookery.
You can be a facebooker.
It's pronounced face'bhooker.

Likes, Unfollow Posts, Shares, Apps.. Check in, Instagram, blah blah, :P
And groups. GROUPS!!!?!?!?!!!!11!!!11!1
Gah.
I'm too timid with this technology to bother with a new social playground.
I had a 286 explode this morning.

Explode.

And don't get me started on anonymity.
CHANGE YOUR NAME!
HERE'S A NEW FORMAT!
Next will be your bank account.
You will PAY $$$  $$ $ $ $$
Nothing is free.. forever.

A matter of time, Facebook. Only a matter of time.
You will hopefully last long enough to be destroyed.

And then all the other internets.
Spend a dollar to send a message and see who does the talking.

-Agent Wraith