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WTFWJTD: You Are Here! (let the ass whippings begin!)

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Dear JT:

I hate the new app that displays on Facebook where the fuck everyone is going …. so and so just checked into the grocery store. Why do they think we fucking care and is there a way to tell them to shut up? Would a nice piece of FB flair that says WHO CARES… suffice?

Fed Up

Dear F.U.

I’m sure you mean who the fuck cares! I know I sure as shit don’t. The only location important to me is where I am and even then, I’m only mildly interested. Why would I want to know where any of you are unless it’s to avoid your boring ass? Actually, your ass is not boring since you started that whole pole dancing class, but everyone else’s is so stop with the fucking I’m getting coffee, lunch, cat food, groceries and on and on and on, shit. I’m not your fucking wife and don’t need to know your daily itinerary. In fact, this is me so not caring, I skip your status every time I see that little square map.  Remember the old adage ”if you have nothing nice to say…”, Facebook version: “if you have nothing I find interesting to say, shut the fuck up!” and stop posting.

As to the original question, NO. No more fucking flair either.Do you have to compound annoying with more annoying? I also don’t want flowers or kisses or rainbows & teddy bears (Dori). And especially don’t be sending me a fake drink and declaring, “I just bought you a margarita”. You sure the fuck did not. I’m stone cold sober and that’s about the cruelest fake gift I can think of. But here, let me send some fake gratitude right back to you, assclown. I’m surprised you could take time away from your farm to send something in the first place. I swear, every application I block, twelve more pop up.

I think if you can’t incorporate my interests: booze, drugs, and sex, you have no business being on a social networking site.

JT

JT doesn’t like flair, but perhaps a nice dirty limerick would be in order. Send yours and other life questions to WTFWJTD@gmail.com. I’ll start with the limericks…

There once was a woman named Jill
Who swallowed an exploding pill
They found her vagina
In North Carolina
And her tits in a tree in Brazil

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