Social Networks; The Realm of Vacuous Mingling

I have a co-worker who has recently become addicted to the social section of justin.tv. If you're unfamiliar, it's a social network comprised of young attention whores parading in front of their web cam to a chat room filled with dozens to hundreds of socially inadequate and horny to the bizzy bone men pleading for them to remove their tops. He has become completely immersed in this network to where his work & "social" life are visibly suffering. In 3 months time he has made over 600 "friends" with his faux Brad Pitt from the neck down avatar and a profile that reads like something from the bio of Bear Grylls. When called on it he replied, "hey it's the internet, I don't want these people knowing my true identity." Translation = Self Esteem Issues

On the bright side, while working with him I was able to catch an awesome lesbian show between two trollops bored on a Friday night. Failure bears fruits.
 
So lamebook.com is pretty much the greatest thing to ever come from this trend.

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My co-worker is currently pestering myself and another lad over accommodations he's arranging for a trip to Albuquerque in the summer to meet the "love" of his life. The poor sap has already sprung for a $1,400 Tiffany & Co. heart pendant for Vajayjay Day, and is looking in to purchasing another high end bracelet and engagement ring all for a lass he only met once. The social network of choice in this situation, justin.tv. Hay Chingado, the broad is almost 20 yrs his junior, right out of high school, and had allegedly spread her legs for him one fateful weekend this past fall as she was vacationing in the hacienda of Cali-unfortunia. Though, I'm extremely suspicious of the aforementioned trist as not one photograph of the two can be produced. While none of this is my business, nor is it yours, he constantly dangles his phantom relationship in front of all occupational cohorts, asking for advice on jewelry, accommodations, and how to go about asking for her hand when the clock strikes midnight and he meets her folks. (Who are not too keen on the idea)


Picture "You Got Mail" meets "Conspicuously Absent fapping to the Mauryleeen thread" and you have the scenario I described in brief above.


Now he's asking for advice on which seat he should choose for a concert he plans on taking the dame to.

Me: "What concert is this?"
Him: "It doesn't matter"
Me: "Miley Cyrus?"


This tale of woe is my way to kill time before my weekend begins, perdón.
 
Erik, join Facebutt so you can become a fan of the page I made. :loco:

i'm afraid my 3310 has been retired, i bought this like two weeks ago (because the 3310 can only store 15 text messages and it annoyed the shit out of me):

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it is really low-tech, but still, i bought it brand new and the model is only a couple years old, so sorry
 
i'm afraid my 3310 has been retired, i bought this like two weeks ago (because the 3310 can only store 15 text messages and it annoyed the shit out of me):

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it is really low-tech, but still, i bought it brand new and the model is only a couple years old, so sorry

"not so old but still simple" phones are also covered by my page! because, they're still based on the simpler designs of the past. or something.