About Me
Fuck You number ONEOK PEOPLE STOP POSTING GOODNIGHTS ON MYSPACE. ITS NOT LIKE MYSPACE IS UR FUCKING HUSBAND OR WIFE TO SAY GOOD NIGHT DUMB ASS.Fuck You number TWOThere is NO SUCH THING as a MySpace Tracker.
It does NOT exist. So quit posting stupid bulletins like
"OH-MY-GOD this WORKS!!!"
No, it doesn't.Fuck You number THREETo the people who have like 25,000 friends;
Are you fucking serious?
You're stupid.
Go play in traffic.Fuck you number FOURDon't ever post pictures and say:
"OMG, I'm so ugly"
because if you were, you wouldn't post them.
If you do you're a fucking moron.Fuck you number FIVENOBODY cares about threats over the internet,
so don't try to act hardcore with the keyboard.
Fighting online is like racing in the Special Olympics;
Even if you win, you're still retarded.Fuck you number SIXQuit crying because you're not on someones 'Top 8'.
Who cares?!?
ITS MYSPACE!!!
If you really cared that much, you would
pick up the damn phone!Fuck you number SEVENWho really cares if I don't accept you as a friend?
MOVE ON!!!
Don't send me another request or message asking
"What's up with you not adding me?"
I don't want you as a friend, that's what's up,
Asshole....Fuck you number EIGHT6th,7th,8thgraders who have MySpace and look like sluts,
and act like whores;
Go somewhere else because nobody wants you here.
And Parents -
Quit blaming MySpace for your kid being a hooker,
she was a whore before MySpace,
and she'd be a whore without it!
What does that say about your parenting skills?
Think about it!Fuck you number NINEIf you have decided to read this, you are a true MySpace Friend.
Real friends read their bulletins,
except for the ones about those fucking ringtones....Fuck you number TENI say you go and pass this on and maybe it will finally get through people's brainsFuck you number ELEVENIf you open a bulletin and it says something like repost this in 100 seconds or a ghost will rape you tonight, or some dead bitch is going to rape your mom - quit being dumb!..Fuck you number TWELVE.Myspace was created to keep up with friends.
Quit trying to check up on your ex!!
Come on, now, people, its called stalking...you might as well be sitting in front of their house with binoculars.
