Wikipedia defines Facebook as “a free-access social networking website”.
Yeah. Sure. That’s one way to look at it. I have my own definition.
Facebook: The internet’s equivalent to a woman walking past a construction site filled with horny day-laborers.
Wait. That’s not a complete definition.
Facebook: A site that mimics a dingy bar that serves 190 proof Everclear to those horny day-laborers… making them even hornier.
Wait. That isn’t the full story, either.
Facebook: A virtual dive where horny men (cloaked in anonymity) feel free enough to send obscene messages to complete strangers.
Let’s be clear… I enjoy flirtations. I enjoy the exchange of lustful thoughts between two consenting people. I enjoy the carnal delights that two interlocking bodies can provide. However, I’m just old-fashioned enough to believe that this line doesn’t work:
“hey bby… u r gr8… will u suck my b@lls“.
What does he think I’m going to say?
“Gee. Since you asked so nicely, sure thing. Drop your pants and whip out those bad boys while I pucker up.”
For some reason, these “invitations” are always delivered by the world’s most disgusting men. At least, I think they’re men. Many are so hairy they should see a groomer. Honestly, if this guy weren’t in the safety of his basement, would he ever proposition a woman?
Oh yeah… Stay away, girls. I saw him first. Someone better hold me back. My lust is overwhelming. I’ve never been so turned on. The mere thought of becoming lost in Sasquatch’s fur makes me tingle.
The WTF Files 
Interesting how a woman’s experience is so different from a man’s. I’ve been on Facebook for three months and no one has sent me a shirtless photo or wanted me to lick any of their body parts. What am I doing wrong? Proper grooming would be needed, there’s just something not right about a woman with chest hair.
Trish, Trish,
Did I miss the boat on these insightful http://www.gems of wit, wisdom and wtf else? Have they died a death or have our responses left you down? They all point to a summer cooped-up in front of a digital window on a weally widiculous world. Bear in mind it bears no resemblence to the weally weal world where willies are worn under undergarments for at least a date or two, depending.
The flow seems to have stopped but there must be somewhere else a weader can wead your work?
P.