Yep, I’m pretty sure we are doomed as a human race, and it’s all Facebook’s fault. I mean, man – what DID i do before spending an hour or more a day saving the rain forest, passing along virtual drinks to friends, sharpening up my Texas Hold-em skills and maintaining my Mafia? I don’t know how I had time to. . oh, I dunno. . . WORK!
I wonder if there is a scientific study analyzing the number of people who’ve been fired due to Facebook apps? Or the number of ruined relationships (declaring yourself single when married has probably claimed it’s share of victims).
And when you really think about it, the games aren’t really THAT much fun. I mean, you probably wouldn’t pay for them, not much anyways. But there I am, every night – makin’ sure my freakin’ Blue Cove is clean. Hell, my house could literally be hiding a dead body and I wouldn’t notice – but by GOD there better not be a pelican in my damn cove!
I can’t afford to even take a psychological vacation but I’m out kidnapping people and sending them to Capetown or Vegas. What the hell is wrong with me!?
Worse, you can see which of your loser friends are out there too. So I know how lame you really are, but then. . . you know that about me too. Guess that’s why we’re friends.
Well enough chatter. I gotta go pick out some Harley gifts and mail’em out to everyone I know. Damn social networking.