I've been threatening to delete my Facebook account for some time now, but just WHERE would I get material for this lame blog? Hanging onto my Facebook account for my bitchy blog material is more convenient than hanging out at WalMart...an added bonus is that I can spew loud laughter at people without being conspicuous. Why people post incriminating pictures of themselves consuming alcohol with lampshades on their heads is a complete mystery to me. Whatever. Keep doing it. It's hilarious to watch people make asses of themselves to the free world.
However, most of us already knew they were complete asses. They just continue to make our case for us.
I'm getting into the 'friends-of-friends' category here and auxiliary relationships, which is often a great source of entertainment for me. A friend of one of my brothers had a birthday the other day. I've known this 'kid' for 40 years. He's always been the perpetual bumbler and never could quite get his act together. He could never figure out what caused fatherhood. His nick-name my family gave him was BunHead (yes, decades before the trendy man-ban) because his brain is half baked.
Here is BunHead's work profile as he posted himself on Facebook: FORMER cook/bartender/bar bingo SPECIALIST at the local VFW.
Ever notice that the more people post for their job titles on Facebook the bigger bumbler they are? I can't make this stuff up, people.
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