I don't care a hoot if I insult you because you are a face book moron , it is about time you long time users and losers were told the truth
Here I shall give you a few reasons not to like face book any more full stop.
First of all Face book is always watching like a sweaty old middle aged bimbo or dirty old geezer whose only interest is immorality and depravity; take your pick. It is also a a source of anything likely to be of little use plus a guide to future depravity for the unemployable school leavers expanding the dole queue's.. The predators mentioned watching and recording every thing you like or desire and every ones info you have recorded, yes every one you have ever visited..
The face book man keeps are not simply filed away under I bet you wish we were not watching you so closely, your news feed is based on this info All of your past love trysts and agony plus the latest fleeting romance as well as your on line history , is used to sell you stuff too..
Most people I have read on Face book who are not celebrities always seem to be on the beach sunning themselves with their latest Spanish or froggy Lothario, others are renovating their newly acquired mansion on the Gold coast or some other upmarket area. and lying about enjoying the company of their half dozen offspring and cooking food few people have ever heard of.. Maybe these people have won big on lotto and given up on work, or some were devoted in their Quest to find the end of the Rainbow ; found it and moved there
Face book is constantly experimenting on you, They tally up the info you have revealed and use it to sell you more stuff you really don't need. The only way I can see face book being of any face value is forget about chasing the approval of others, simply share the things you have enjoyed with persons you may believe would enjoy them too.
Vest ....Back soon.
"Sweet as fragrant roses 'Tis to have a friend, on whom in gloom or sunshine we know we can depend"
Wednesday, 23 September 2015
When you're from the country your perception is a little bit different.
A farmer drove to a neighbour's farmhouse and knocked at the door. A boy aged about 9 opened the door. "Is your dad or mum home?" said the farmer.
"No, they went to town."
"What about your brother Howard? Is he here?"
"No, he went with Mum and Dad"
The farmer stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to the other and mumbling to himself.
"I know where all the tools are, if you want to borrow one, or I can give Dad a message."
"Well," said the farmer uncomfortably, "I really wanted to talk to your Dad. It's about your brother Howard getting my daughter Suzy pregnant."
The boy thought for a moment... "You would have to talk to Dad about that. I know he charges £500 for the bull and £50 for the pig, but I don't know how much he charges for Howard."