why do moms on face book always read to me like they are all dumb valley chicks.. seriously your putting your trust in a teenager.. good luck with that.. keep the expectations super low and be blessed with constant amazment… thats my modus aperendi…
Why did Lauren have to give it away? all she had to do was not comment and Gianna could later say that it was an old photo. But then someone stupid enough to put a photo of themselves on facebook that they obviously don’t want their Mum to see on there wouldn’t be sharp enough to come up with an excuse.
Bad decision by Gianna on letting either of her parents be her friends on FB. Maybe it wasn’t her choice, because I have a few cousins (none older than 15) whose parents force them to have complete transparency if they’re going to get on FB. One of them tried to get around it though by telling his parents they deleted his or her FB when in fact they had just changed the e-mail log-in and password. When my aunt found out, she beat my cousin senseless and actually put him in a coma. When he came out of it he was terrified of her and nobody knew why because no one expected her as a suspect. So she attempted to smother him in his hospital bed. She couldn’t pull it off though and only further damaged his brain. Eventually hospital officials started to question her but she was pretty good at throwing them off the trail. When it became apparent he was going to survive the 2nd attack she decided to bring in a professional. This hit man she hired was ruthless. He ended up going to the ICU where he was being held and put a bullet in every single person’s head on the floor (small hospital). In all he killed 13 people on the floor. After the bodies were tallied and identified they noticed the mother of the boy had been killed in the attack as well in an act of sweet, sweet justice. So mothers, don’t be FB friends with your daughters.
Oh look, a teenager is at a party when she told her parents she was at a friends, and then her mum found out. Meh.
Much more impressive is the coming-out story of a girl I knew at uni. I think she was around 17/18, and had been seeing a much older woman without telling her parents she was a lesbian. Then one night she was round her girlfriend’s house, when the police arrived to take her gf in for questioning about a murder. Of course, they took the girl in too, and rang her parents. The police let both the girl and her gf go, as neither had anything to do with this murder, but she had a looooooooot of explaining to do. If I remember rightly, her parents were fine with her being a dyke, just relieved she wasn’t shagging a murderer.
@glitter she’d already lied and got found out. I spose she thought that, while she was sat in a police station with her gf being questioned about a murder, that it might be an idea to tell the truth. I dunno.
I generally find that just not telling my parents things they don’t need to know is much easier than lying.
Mom, you really should of seen this coming. You were a teenager once. I hate to break it to you but the little talk you guys are going to have, will only do one thing… Make her better at getting away with it.
Sure some people will be happy with just that. The best way to scare them is to tell them that is how your “Uncle Phil” got started. We all have the creapy uncle that nobody invites to the family get togethers but he still manages to find his way there anyway.
As for the links Mustard and Trauma presented…meh…Anybody that ties a good one on has a picture that they wish wasn’t taken. just not all of us have them on Facebook.
Lamebook kicks Facebook’s ass because here we have carte blanche (that means blank ticket for you non-Spanish speakers) to make as many smartass comments as we want. The happy, ooh good for you shit on Facebook makes me want to Joker myself with a pencil.
You know all this talk about yoink, the artist formerly known as yoink. Makes me realize that I have a confession to make.
Okay, here it goes…
I am not a single father, I am a 23 year old ex-heroin junkie. I used to whore myself out to supply my habbit. I have sucked dick for chesseburgers and was proud of it at the time. I wasn’t a very good looking prostitute, so I had to keep my prices low. As anybody knows, you have to stay competitive. Just as Soup, he can vouch for me.
Actually, I should say he-she. If I’m going down, I have to take somebody with me.
When I found Lamebook, I knew that 90% of the commenters HAD be as strung out as I was. I knew I didn’t want to be like this anymore. So I started to join in so I coould be reminded everyday why I didn’t want to be like this anymore.
I am sorry if I dissapointed anyone. But I felt I had to come clean. I pray you guys don’t bash me for being honest.
Soup, I want you to know that I will always be willing to accept that marrige proposal from a few years back. I just hope you haven’t moved on by now.
You know, you show one strung out whore your pegina, and they have to tell the whole world. “Ohh, I’m sick now that I’m off the horse and I really miss the taste of cockburgers. On the subject of food, Soup has a sausage beef combo thing going on with his dangly bits”. The answer to your addiction will not be found in my loins.
And I’m sorry, but the proposal is off the table. I found a wonderful woman who has a vagenis and we are inseparable. Literally. It’s like a whole lattice work thing going on down there.
soup, this reminds me of the time i had metasex for the first time.
it was back in ’07 – we were having quite a mild winter over here in the uk – that i met annie. annie was a lovely girl: long orange hair, confident. a kind of radiant glow emanated from her. she had poise and pizzazz by the bucketful. you’d never guess that she’d suffered from a terrible condition throughout her life.
one night whilst we were washing up after my famous toad-in-the-hole, she broke down and confessed to me about her ailment. its name was ‘clawovula’. i’ll never forget the way my tongue rolled around that word, saying it for the first time.
clawovula sufferers have a small talon, or ‘claw’ like growth at the back of the cervix which becomes unsheathed, as it were, when the sufferer is sexually aroused. annie had never had sex because of the stigma involved; also, for fear that she might hurt a loved one.
i told annie to get her gun, that any form of disfigurement/sexual perversion was right up my street.
in the kitchen, in the bath, atop the coal-scuttle – we made love throughout that moonless january night.
and let me tell you, soup. you’ve NEVER experienced real sex unless you’ve had your urethra penetrated by a claw whilst penetrating a vagina.