February 12, 2013
Entry #6: Things That Bother Me- Part 1
Now before I go off on this tangent I am hopping that since you have eyes and can read, this is safe to assume because I don't write my entries in brail, you noticed the title included 'Part 1.' I want to make it perfectly clear that the this entry in absolutely no way completely expresses all the things that bother me. If I were to write one entry about that this website would have to buy more server space just to contain the conclusion of my entry. Now that I've made that clear lets take a step into my mind. Don't worry about taking off your shoes because it's dirty enough (*drum snares*). While browsing my Facebook feed full of the usual two kids complaining about life, about twenty relationship status changes from the same person, and the 'hey man these lyrics totally explain my life *insert lyrics from As$ As$ As$ here*', I came across a Facebook status that made me want to go find myself the nearest Home Depot, find its home improvement section, ask an assistant where the demo toilets are, and then proceed to sit on a cactus while I take a huge dump all over the person who posted the waste of html coding that is called a 'status'. It read something like this, "Hi my name is *name undisclosed for privacy reasons but he is a guy just to make this story make sense* and I love huge wangs in my bum hole.... # hacked by your brother."........... Can I just start out by saying this is literally more annoying than a small child who's all caffeinated up sitting on the same couch as you bouncing up and down with nothing to play with except your personal bubble?! What in the actual Santa's hell has society come to? Is it because our generation of teens are blessed with being ardtards that they post things like that? I'd like to have enough faith in the world to think that people, regardless of how technologically unsavvy they are, could tell the difference between actual hacking and some idiot LEAVING THEIR FACEBOOK LOGGED ON! For the love of all that is holy in this damned world would people please stop saying they 'hacked' their friends or siblings' accounts. You didn't hack it. I don't care if you call me the destroyer of dreams or just a Debbie Downer it's time for you to get smacked in the face with the heavy hand that is reality. You didn't hack this account you are now posting all over. Your friend had to go take a dump and you got bored so you opened their minimized web browser and just so happend to notice the tab that was already open which just so happened to be Facebook. So no, you are not a hacker, in fact you are a criminal in some states because you just invaded somebodies privacy. You should feel awful. I think anyone who does this should suffer some form of penalty. We need a masked vigilante justice to go and find these idiots and bring them to light. Anyone caught doing this so called 'hacking' should have all of their shirts sharpied saying something like 'Haha I hacked your dresser because you conveniently left it open you jackwagon!" I think that would definitely cut down on all these dumb "I hacked you" statuses. Until then, if you are my friend on facebook just log off when you're at a friends house. Because if another one of those dumb statuses catches my eyes I may very well 'hack' into my car, drive to a close by shore, and take a long walk off of a short pier. And by that I mean fall into the ocean, grow gills, and make undersea friends so I can go home and add all of my normal undersea friends on Facebook and delete the morons I have to deal with on a daily basis.
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