If I wanted to know about what happened on facebook, I would go on facebook.
As it happens, I don’t want to know what happens on facebook, so I don’t go on facebook.
In fact, if you gave me the choice of going on facebook or french kissing a komodo dragon, I would pucker up and pick the dragon…
And as big a John Cleese fan as I am (I would watch him watch other people read the phone book… you get me?). I’d rather he not be on facebook either. If you asked me, I’d tell you also to avoid facebook like the vast intellectual wasteland of lowest common denominator crudity and simplemindedness that it is. In penning this missive, I think I dropped several IQ points just talking about avoiding facebook. It’s bad enough we have to take tweets seriously….
So my carefully laid plans to avoid facebook are somewhat compromised by your willingness (twice now) to tell me what goes on facebook. Please, don’t do that. In the future, should you absolutely be unable to resist reciting something seen on facebook, feel free to do so, just don’t tell from whence it came. Or, If you feel you must attribute, at least have the courtesy to preface it with something like ‘my batty aunt Dotty read on the facebook…’ or ‘my loopy cousin Leroy saw in facebook…’ sort of a facebook ‘spoiler alert’ so that we may be primed for the lunacy to come. Thanks.
Dear Fred,
If I wanted to know about what happened on facebook, I would go on facebook.
As it happens, I don’t want to know what happens on facebook, so I don’t go on facebook.
In fact, if you gave me the choice of going on facebook or french kissing a komodo dragon, I would pucker up and pick the dragon…
And as big a John Cleese fan as I am (I would watch him watch other people read the phone book… you get me?). I’d rather he not be on facebook either. If you asked me, I’d tell you also to avoid facebook like the vast intellectual wasteland of lowest common denominator crudity and simplemindedness that it is. In penning this missive, I think I dropped several IQ points just talking about avoiding facebook. It’s bad enough we have to take tweets seriously….
So my carefully laid plans to avoid facebook are somewhat compromised by your willingness (twice now) to tell me what goes on facebook. Please, don’t do that. In the future, should you absolutely be unable to resist reciting something seen on facebook, feel free to do so, just don’t tell from whence it came. Or, If you feel you must attribute, at least have the courtesy to preface it with something like ‘my batty aunt Dotty read on the facebook…’ or ‘my loopy cousin Leroy saw in facebook…’ sort of a facebook ‘spoiler alert’ so that we may be primed for the lunacy to come. Thanks.
Peace,
Petr