Facebook has warped my little mind.

This is mundane, pointless, and, yes, I must share it.

After having abandoned Facebook for a few months, I logged into my account to see if anything new happened. Because I’m a glutton for [del]punishment[/del] trying new things, I tried out adding a comment on my profile under “religion.” I put down “animist,” assuming that it fit well enough and that very few people would be likely to have it in my social network. I look at my profile, see that someone else must have it, and click. I see a name that looks a little familiar, and a default user icon that doesn’t reveal why the name is familiar. To my horror, I was treated to The Ghost of Bad Drunken Sex Past. :eek:

I almost wish I hadn’t clicked, as I’m now having lucid memories of being drunk and having to walk home in the rain the next day. Blech.

*The girl was fair
who went upstairs
with her favorite KOK.

She knocked around
and came back down
and now she takes the walk!

The walk of shame
she’s not to blame.
Who could resist the KOK?

The walk of shame,
she found her fame,
and now she takes the walk!*

Sorry, couldn’t resist. :smiley:

Supposedly, Facebook’s our and Virb’s in.