Boring Facebook updates thread

Current "Top News" for me is

Mr X: Loves bumming Marcus all night long he os just epic mmm mmm mmm hope o don't get preggers

That'll be someone who left themselves logged in then....
EDIT - medically impossible too.
 
Current "Top News" for me is

Mr X: Loves bumming Marcus all night long he os just epic mmm mmm mmm hope o don't get preggers

That'll be someone who left themselves logged in then....

One of my pet hates, fraping. Probably because people tend to take it too far...
 
One of my pet hates, fraping. Probably because people tend to take it too far...

Hahaha, got my mate once with something like this...

Changed his name to: Phil MyCrackin.
Created an event for: Newcastle GayBar Nightly, Tonight at 11pm and invited most of his male friends.
Changed his Interested In to Men.

And for the status: "I've just had a massive poo, and is now ready for anal, sexual awakening here I come"

Had his family texting him saying his FB was hacked. :D
 
Hahaha, got my mate once with something like this...

Changed his name to: Phil MyCrackin.
Created an event for: Newcastle GayBar Nightly, Tonight at 11pm and invited most of his male friends.
Changed his Interested In to Men.

And for the status: "I've just had a massive poo, and is now ready for anal, sexual awakening here I come"

Had his family texting him saying his FB was hacked. :D

That's all well and good, but when you have people getting into your facebook and posting on one of your ex's walls saying "OMG I LOVE YOU I WANT TO GET BACK WITH YOU XXXXXX" e.t.c it does get tiresome.

Especially as she is in remission from Leukaemia.
 
Hahaha, got my mate once with something like this...

Changed his name to: Phil MyCrackin.
Created an event for: Newcastle GayBar Nightly, Tonight at 11pm and invited most of his male friends.
Changed his Interested In to Men.

And for the status: "I've just had a massive poo, and is now ready for anal, sexual awakening here I come"

Had his family texting him saying his FB was hacked. :D

EPIC! :D
 
My most recent status got 5 likes! :D

Walking through London, eating my sandwich, it's all good...that's until I realise that one of my mother's mammoth hairs is dislodged in between my teeth. With no mirrors in sight, it called for extreme measures. By extreme measures, I mean running to find the dingiest, darkest corner in London and spewing up in public. At the age of 21, this might be God telling me to start making my own lunches.
 
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