The best girl of a mate who goes www dot way back befriended my request finally & that was cool, Jess~~~Then the first time she attempts to communicate is via a “quiz” prompt and I turned it down …so now I gota feel at least a little bit like I threw her the slight [frown], but it isn’t true it ISN’t true, ah-it?  Plight.  AND communicating via bumper sticker blurbs is a raw deal too, dumbs-down the effort and cheapens the stew.  But all in all this template that Edward, the evil one-two, crept up and shoved into a lot of our faces~~yeah, you~~is good for passin’ a few too many pics & pans &, n’er to put sentimentality asunder, snapping up a ten minute chat with some fackin’ overzealously life livin’ bloke from downunder. And a couple o hep chics northeast and south-plunder, and (‘for I blunder) a jestering few vacillatin’ dicks from Wonderfest (yeah you know who you are, ye malarias bastids) out west~~~and that’s including Ed who I don’think’s ever once pestered me on this thing since the initial friendly formalities that brought me into Facebook being. …& not including Herr4ot-five or Brad for reasons I couldn’t tell ya, Dr. Spivey; & certainly not ol’ uncle David, yo, that’s all a lota jive-speak anyway it goes.

Overall I can dig what Herring has welled-up from … as it seems the more we spread ourselves thin with these bot services, the thinner our blood on blood relations have become~~~serves the beancounter much more than our own circus sideshow circumstances [k-thump]. 

Not to mentions what has become of this’ere near- ghost town palladium.