The kids talked me into facebook a few years ago , then I deleted the account after a couple of days . Some of the people were posting every time they went to the john,,whats with these idiots
Some of the people were posting every time they went to the john,,whats with these idiots
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Bad enough but how about the ones that want you to ‘friend them’ and you have no idea who they are then they turn out to be the ‘friend’ of a distant relative who your ‘name’ got passed along to.
When ‘these interlopers’ start ‘bugging and demanding’ me to answer or whatever, my not so gentle side comes out and people start (maybe) seeing why I am referred to as the ‘crazy guy in the basement’..
WE ALL are better off with ME not being all that accessible.
I like the one where the husband and wife are arguing over ‘cousin jed’ who has taken up refuge in the basement apartment they have. (An advantage —to the ‘guest’— of two large extended families merging)
“Jane, it is time for your uncle to leave, he is getting on my nerves”.
“MY UNCLE, I thought he was YOUR uncle”.