Firstly, Pictures of Doom raked in about 1,200 visitors last week. That is a new record by many. So thank you kindly for visiting. But on to business.
Yes, I am one of the millions of losers on the planet with a Myspace page. Want to be my friend? Sorry, apparently that privilege is only earned if you are in a bikini, and have a vagina.
“What are you talking about dude?”
I don’t know really but every time I check my Myspace account, I have a bunch of friend requests by bitches in bikinis. I know their accounts aren’t real; they only link you to a porn page of some sort. So why do they not leave me alone? And who accepts these requests? Curious, I clicked on one of their profiles to see who their friends really were. This girl, Naomi, had a delicious profile picture. She was on the beach, shaking her dry, like a dog after a fight with the hose. She had 3 friends, including Myspace’s own Tom. One of her other friends, Tommy G, left her a comment which read, “Damn Boo, I’d luv to be at da beach wit chu.”
Lookin’ Good, Boo (1/2008)
I’m sorry to inform you Mr. G, this boo simply doesn’t exist, nor will she ever go to da beach wit chu. Unless you pay to be part of her porn site or your Honda Civic has spinners, then maybe she’ll accept your invitation.