Haha, someone just got burned by their own flame. Thanks again Lamebook
Another case of when touch screens go wrong, and your finger becomes a douche! I’m about to cry at this, I’m laughing so hard! Let this be a lesson to all of you with touch screens: take your damn time with selecting! I feel for this poor bastard, I really do, especially when something similar, but much less destructive, happened to me about a year ago
I’m not even sure where to begin with this one, but I must start somewhere.
- Is the size of her vagina equivalent to that of a rhino’s?
- What size was the tampon, extra regular, or something Tinkerbell would use?
- The hell are you wearing shorts while you’re ragging though? A dress makes more sense!
I’ve had some spotty situations with periods before (pun intended), but have never played victim to a fallen tampon.
This is definitely gross, but also hilarious. The humiliation that ensued was of epic proportions, this I know. Could you imagine even witnessing such a thing?
I couldn’t agree with Nick more. The truth is hilarious!
Before anyone starts shaking their finger at me, know that I have nothing against persons who are overweight, HOWEVER, I do have a problem for those people who feel that they have to always make an excuse for their excessive weight. Sure, genetics may play a part in it, and you may actually have a medical condition that causes it, but I’m convinced the majority of meaty people are just careless about their eating habits.
Let’s start being honest with ourselves. It’ll save you pain and humiliation later.
I love Facebook I’m on it daily, though I’ve cut down quite a bit since I need more focus for the book I’m writing in addition to having more time to enjoy reading on my Kindle. I feel it’s necessary to talk about some of the things you shouldn’t do as an FB user. I understand (or at least assuming) that you have some REAL friends on your friend list, and for that reason you should show some kind of care when posting pics and making status updates. I mean, do we really need to know what’s on your mind every time you log in? Do I want to witness inane arguments between you and your fuck buddies? Seriously, it’s not cute…though I can’t help but read it since it’s right there in my face and all. Some of you need to learn about the little “x” in the upper right corner of each thread that will let you delete that embarrassment, or at least stop others from commenting.
I also love Lamebook because it points out the obvious over-shares and dumbass moments some people create for themselves while on Facebook. I lmfao everytime, asking myself “Wtf was this person thinking posting that?!” And then I smfh. It’s a reflex to witnessing acts of stupidity and trifling behavior.
Right after I logged on FB this morning, I recognized an uploaded pic of a guy I went to school with who passed away about nine years ago. This didn’t shock me, but the asinine banter included amongst the many pic comments did. The brother of the deceased was jumping all over someone else due to a pic comment the person posted; all the person put was a nice comment and the usual R.I.P. <insert name here> and the brother of the deceased started going in on this person because they weren’t mentioned in the obituary…that was their line of defense for verbally attacking this person. All I could think was “Like, are you serious??” Be glad someone is paying their respects and not talking shit on your brother dude, jeez. It makes me wonder if this guy was just looking to pick a fight. He probably was. Since HE uploaded the photo he could of just deleted her comment and/or sent her a message about his problem with her post. Keep your battles private!
A few days before I witnessed another act of idiocy on Facebook: someone’s girlfriend started going in on her boyfriend’s female friend about calling him early in the morning and joking about it in response to his status, which referred to being woken up with a phone call-apparently the female friend was the caller. The girlfriend actually wished DEATH on the female friend’s kids and called them “bastard children”. I’m sitting there, smdh, “Like, are you serious? She’s a mother herself, and I’m pretty sure if that female friend came back with a similar response she’d been ready to cut her head off with a butter knife. Fucking people, I tell ya. The girlfriend has basically shown people that she’s an insecure wench who will bring other people’s kids into her Facebook attacks. That’s lame as hell and uncalled for.
In conclusion kiddies, let the rage out the normal way: call or text the person up you have beef with and settle it there, not on the internet like a hipster douchebag. Also, I sure the world could go without you tagging yourself at abortion clinics or sex toy shops. No more duck face pix either please; that’s soooo 2007.