(Up-Dated, Slightly Inebriated, and Slightly Expand-i-Cated Old Post and has been sanitized for your protection) FaceBook Recently Got Fukked! Hoisted by Their Own Re-tard! LMFAO!

HAHAHAHAHAAAAA!

Hush Hush Mark Fuck-You Berg!

Ah! The Wonderful Sound of Silence!

Love this guy!

I cannot find the original content creator to credit. Standby. I am still searching.

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Love This Guy Too!

Cred: The Church of Fuck You

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Hate This Guy!

Anyone see this asshole below, shoot on sight

Lance Marcom

Wanted for Murdering Sanity

Reward: Fifty Cents

Last Seen: Bar in Dubai

Circa 1887

Good Luck and Happy Hunting

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Since I am a ‘film snob’ and arrogant, and an Asshole, and full of myself, I am going to hit you over the head with something which should be blatantly obvious about this image below:

“2001” ‘Obelisk

Or ‘Monolith’

I don’t get too hung up on semantics

Facebook has become so powerful that, for some people, having a Facebook account is more important than a driver’s license. But when you lose that account, there’s no recourse.

For Any Enquiring Minds Who Give-A-Shit:

I recently deleted My Face-Fuk Account of 12 Years.

Guess what happened next.

FaceBook sent a buxom Blond to Mi Casa.

Ostensibly to give me a blow-job.

(My Hope always springs eternal.)

But it did not take me long to figger out that all she wanted was for me to undelete my account.

I politely invited her to go fuck herself.

(She left in haste)

In a cloud of dust  and flying gravel.

“If I could just get off of that Facebook Freeway without gettin’ killed or caught

(Sorry JJ)

“Down the Road In A Cloud Of Smoke.”

Good Riddance!

(I went back to my neglected beer and we had a good time–spending some quality time together)

“Love’s a gift that’s truly handmade.”

–JJ Walker

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Sadly

I see

Too much

Of me

In Steve

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