it's taken me a few of days to muster up something to begin this text adventure with, but while crossing a street on a walk recently it hit me, like a ton of bricks. the kind of bricks that you'd use to hit a man wearing glasses. i've got a child-sized bone to pick with facebook. ladies and gentlemen, std's and sti's, giraffes and astronauts, i give you the "like" button. leave it to mark z. and his idea sluts to shut the mouths and minds of their users. "perhaps instead of actually allowing them their own opinion, we create a button, that you'd click, that allows our users to "like" a certain comment, or photo without having to think for themselves.." mark z. you're an intelligent guy, but you're a shepard that's leading your sheep into a small pen with no arm room and limited oxygen called 1984.
1. stop the population from having any conviction
2. quickly thrust your arm towards the scrote.
3. grab and hold.
4. do not let go.
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