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eloisel

eloisel

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Why do people mess with Facebook? It starts out helping someone get to a higher level by being their neighbor or part of their crew or some such thing. Next thing a person knows they're spending four hours or more a night clicking on spots, building zoos, farming corn and other stuff very few people find entertaining in real life. I've got to become unaddicted. It is sucking my life away.
 
eloisel said:
Why do people mess with Facebook? It starts out helping someone get to a higher level by being their neighbor or part of their crew or some such thing. Next thing a person knows they're spending four hours or more a night clicking on spots, building zoos, farming corn and other stuff very few people find entertaining in real life. I've got to become unaddicted. It is sucking my life away.
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Four hours? Daaaaaaaaaaaamn! I spend about a half hour to an hour on Facebook. I limit myself to just 5-6 quick apps.
 
ah, it happens to everyone...you'll get over it...it is like cocaine at first though :D
 
I'm going to shut off my pc, go into my room, go wrap up in some purring fur, and read a book. This drafty old house stays warm enough as long as the temperatures outside stay in the 30s and above. Unfortunately, it is down in to the high 20s now and dropping. This old house is getting cold. Brrrr. It is a good thing cats are little living furnaces.
 
lol - woodstove. My house is all wood and is in the middle of a forest. Fortunately it has been a wet winter or the heat would have the place dried out and I'd be worried about catching on fire. I want one of those fake electric fireplaces in my rooms. I like the look of fireplaces but I don't like the mess of fireplaces.
 
fly me down there and we can play fireplace. I'll open your hearth and put my wood in so we can stay warm.
 
Oh well, I almost forgot what we were talking about....Facebook....umm, I farm and I cannot get enough....I have fallen into the quiz trap also....I mean who really caes what their theme song is anyway....it's not like it will begin to play whenever I enter a room....
 
Mirage said:
Oh well, I almost forgot what we were talking about....Facebook....umm, I farm and I cannot get enough....I have fallen into the quiz trap also....I mean who really caes what their theme song is anyway....it's not like it will begin to play whenever I enter a room....
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farmville, mafia wars, pet society, scratch and win, and wordscraper are my FB vices/timewasters.
 
Random girls put pictures in albums to snare browsers. They pretend to be Russian mail order brides. Then, they write sexy words in letters, enclose pictures of ever so sweet and innocent girl next door type showing hint of naughty, lacy black bra and a slip. Guys go crazy for that. Put money in envelope and send to Russian girl of their dreams. Then, they find out she is really a Stanley living in Pittsburgh, has a 5 o'clock shadow and beer gut, hasn't put on a clean t-shirt in at least a week.
 
eloisel said:
Random girls put pictures in albums to snare browsers. They pretend to be Russian mail order brides. Then, they write sexy words in letters, enclose pictures of ever so sweet and innocent girl next door type showing hint of naughty, lacy black bra and a slip. Guys go crazy for that. Put money in envelope and send to Russian girl of their dreams. Then, they find out she is really a Stanley living in Pittsburgh, has a 5 o'clock shadow and beer gut, hasn't put on a clean t-shirt in at least a week.
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Damn...you're on to me.
 
Hey. I saw your picture. I said to myself, "theres a Stanley from Pittsburgh if I ever did see one." You thought you'd fool me by not wearing a t-shirt, but I knew.
 
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