The new facebook is messing up my mojo, it had changed the face world so fast.This is what it must feel like waking up next to a monkey wearing lipstick, it was fun until you sobered up and everything was different. It’s way more complicated but I imagine once I get used to it I’ll hate it even more.

These social networks try and adapt and evolve to keep people interested. It’s the same idea that MacDonald’s uses by adding new burgers to the menu, it keeps the masses interested and coming back for more. Obviously it’s different then MacD’s as facebook doesn’t clog your arteries, nope it just takes up a few hours of your life everyday as you reject applications and return a few pokes.

They say that these social networks are more popular than pornography on the internet. I think that’s because we look at facebook for more than 7 minutes at a time. I think the appeal of the FB is that it was simple. Myspace got all clogged up with spammers and web cam girls who claimed they liked you, were the FB would bitch slap anyone if it even thought they were doing dirt.

Myspace = MC Hammer
Facebook = ?

What do you hate about the new Facebook? Answer the questions using the comment function below.

JU

Somebody cloned my credit card; fortunately my bank caught them after they only charged a few hundred bucks to my account. They are obviously not concerned about anyone including themselves as they made a purchase of $8.89 at a MacDonalds in Abbotsford on the 7th of September. 2 days prior to this they enjoyed a film in the same city at the Town Cinema Centre, not really living an active lifestyle are they. Another villain used it in Texas, this wasn’t even on my statement the gentlemen from the credit card company told me over the phone these charges already taken off.

These facts make it impossible for me to hate those people, they have issues. I hope they remember one thing; you can never super size crime. They are heading down a rocky road, but this one isn’t a delicious ice cream flavor. And if it was, they would be cursed with diabetes and have to chase a donkey carrying some insulin on a stick like a carrot.

I hope the film they watched had too many previews and a dull plot line. I hope when they were lining up someone told them the ending, relieving them of even a glimmer of hope for some entertainment.

JU

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Tell me (via comment) what you would hope upon some one who stole your credit card?

My car makes a funny noise in the front end; it’s the kind of funny that sounds like money. It’s probably the bearing but I like to think maybe it could be the screams of a ghost that can only be exorcised if I ignore it by turning up the radio. I would never intentionally run over a ghost, firstly I don’t know if I really believe in them. But from what I hear they are pretty pissed off, like a bus driver with hemorrhoids. So for now I’ll err on the side of caution and give them the right of way.

Apparently if you become an apparition you’ll be wearing the clothes that you died in. That would suck if you died on laundry day wearing crocs and sweat pants; you’d be Casper the tacky ghost and be stuck haunting a trailer park. Secondly take note that I have no qualms about running over some one who is wearing cheesy footwear.

I’m doing a few road tours this month so I’ll be in my car a lot. It’s like being in a cubicle at times, except I don’t have a water cooler and a chummy co-worker with relationship problems. Nope all I have is bumpy pavement screaming by at speeds of nearly 65mph, and fresh seagull shit spitting at me like a vegetarian realizing they’re chewing bacon.

I like to drive the speed limit these days, that way I conserve gas and can keep my eyes peeled for any pedestrians wearing socks and sandals. My car is black, I don’t know if that’s the main reason these birds make colon babies on it, but most of the time my hood looks like an abstract art painting.

It would be weird if eventually we found out that it was a system those flying rats used to communicate. They are so far evolved they piggy back messages on are automobiles written in code so that they can get word to the leader Big Bird. That’s why Snuffleupagus disappeared, he knew too much.

JU

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I’m in Edmonton Canada for this week, I grew up around here so it is always nice to come back and see old friends. They have nothing but oil in this province; it’s like the Texas of Canada. A lot of the people here have money due to that fact and a lot of them decide to buy brand new pick up trucks with pounding stereos, I call it hill billy bling.

Back in the day they use to shoot by you on the highway in those giant jacked up rock spitting trucks. The timeless question was how could you get these rig pigs (oil field worker) to slow down; well we now have the answer. It wasn’t snow or slippery surfaces, not even photo radar or the introduction of a provincial police force. This dangerous and annoying problem was solved by gas prices; they realized they could just hook a vacuum from those 6,500 pound buffoon chariots fuel tanks directly to their wallet.

That’s the only good thing about the rising gas prices; I can now cruise down the highway here and not get a rock chip in my windshield. And as I drive down those same roads that I remember from my childhood, I can see so very clearly through my un-chipped window, those same style trucks displaying for sale signs, parked next to a lonely driveway. They’re just sitting there, rusting, waiting for another potential owner with a bad haircut and enough money to equal his penis envy to come along for the rescue.

JU

-People do need these trucks to get down lease roads, but they don’t need to get there at 100mph. What do you think? Comment below

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