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I am on Facebook. I am a virtual social butterfly. I use it to keep track of my old friends’ growing and troubling obesity, post thinly-veiled racist articles and find out which of my friends ended being transsexual (just one, it turns out!). In using Facebook, I stupidly accepted the “friends” invitations of people I knew in high school and in my childhood. I had lost touch with them and was kind of curious what had happened to them. Turns out they went completely fucking bonkers. Today’s highlight:

“If you are a parent with the greatest kids on earth then copy and repost this and lets give our kids the recognition they deserve. I LOVE MY [Stupid fucking kid’s name #1] and [Stupid fucking kid’s name #2] xoxoxoxo ….. They are the greatest!!”

I could go off on this inanity for pages, but let’s be brief: I hope both children fall into a deep well, and I hope that well is filled in with a cement made of the ground-up bones of the person who wrote this Facebook update. That is all.