Why the fuck do people set a fucking yardstick that everyone has to comply with? So what if you have 500 fucking pics on facebook whereas I have just a 100, most hidden. What the bloody difference does it make if you change your display picture twice every fucking day, whereas mine has remained the same since 1921? And, and, and I will not, come-what-may, entertain your lame inquiries as to why I haven't put up my own pic on fb since ages, now.
Go, fuck yourself, if you can.
In other words, you may talk to the hand.
I just wrote this epic status on facebook that i loved. Thought I'd share it here. It was conceived while trying to separate a milk bikis cream biscuit.
*trying to separate a cream biscuit into two with one part retaining the cream is a very tense moment with great responsibility attached to it.*
Milk bikis, you get the final bow. =) ♥
UPDATE: since the post didn't have a pic, i thought i'l add a pic of a perfectly separated milk bikis biscuit. =P
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