More FaceBlogs...

Yes, I am avoiding the heavy stuff. Don't worry, I figure this weekend I will lay into the blogworld.  For now I am just enjoying sharing some of the more hilarious (And ridiculous) items posted on walls (Mainly mine).

For example, my genius (EGOSTROKE) FaceBook update tonight...

-Survivor, Heroes VS Villains. Epic. Survivor, Old VS Young. Epic Fail. I have started calling this series the "Zeros VS Childrens".  
 And of course I commented on my own status.  I wont write out that part. A bit more crude...but still funny nonetheless.
 

Ryan  ‎"I wake up weird in the middle of the night... I walk the floor till my mind gets right..."
-Everclear



  • You like this
    Ryan It's funny how this song lyric described my night.




    • Marv Usually the song that describes your night is "I Touch Myself" by the Divinyls..


      Ryan  ‎...not to say that that DIDNT happen.. but thats my bedtime music :-P

      Oh.... it gets worse folks!  Wait for it!!!



      K - bitch

      K ‎  *in the nicest way possible* 
        • Ryan ‎...you goin to a Klan meeting after this....? racist


        • K   you know it 
          K  speaking of which.... I just read a book about jail that you might like :oþ

          Ryan Hmm..interesting.. I just read a book about slutty chicks.. You been writing autobiographies again?
          Ryan  TeeHee... Too far?


        • K it did get 4 stars 
          Ryan  The slut book? You ARE good with words....

          K *descriptions. FTFY

          Ryan  ftfy? Speaky dah Engrish!!!!

          K  uhhhhh fixed that for you.... your urban dictionary is broke I smell


          Ryan ‎......uh....huh? Derrrr... you is tockin der BIG tocky tocky. Me Borsken Durben durben choppy choppy chop! Bork Bork Bork

          K ‎*smells the booze* *nods* good night


          Ryan  I wish... More like Cherry Blasters and Pepsi... :-/
          OR!!!  Even better!!

Ryan and K are now friends.


  • Jennifer likes this.



    • Ryan  I dislike your liking
      · 1 personYou like this.

    • Ryan  ‎...annnnd I like that I dislike your like HAH!
        1 personYou like this.

    • Ryan  ‎...and so on...and so forth


    • Jennifer  well no one really cares what you like or dont like anyway lol ;)

    • Ryan  ‎...more and more.. Im certain that Im adopted


      Sadly, yes... it goes on...



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