January 4, 2008

I've always had a sneaking suspicion that Facebook is the virtual equivalent of, say, picking one's nose, biting one's nails, scratching one's balls, eyeing up that bird in the office that you're not supposed to, or, indeed, actually having a life.

But over the last week or so it's been confirmed to me over and over again in the most vivid form.

And that form is this:

dog

"Press forward and see what happens!"

And I did, didn't I?

Couldn't resist it.

And, as you all also know (unless I'm missing something), absolutely fuck all happened.

Oh.

Except.

Every single bastard person that I sent it to, which was everyone, did the same thing, and thus each and every one of them sent it back to me.

So now I keep getting notifications about the world's most irritating dog being sent to me, but I only actually find out that the cunt is there - again - when I actually go and look.

Which is getting, let me say, just a tad tedious.

I wouldn't mind, but as dogs go, it's a bit shit, isn't it?