"You should update your facebook and log in so you can keep up with pics of the family".
I have it in writing it was her idea. My guy friends don't really message or friend each other on facebook and only so many pics my nieces can post.
In the first 3 days I got tons of messages and friends request. All from ex girlfriends and such. One being from 30+ years ago when I was 13-16. My wife looked, oh she looks interesting you should message her back. Some were from women I never dated but apparently I missed out on my chance.
Here, let me light my cigar in the Hindenberg. It will be a fantastic idea.
I knew this was going to happen. I know this is going to sound incrediably odd coming from an old boomer. At one time I was much much more attractive than I am now. I had almost bleach bottle blonde colored hair and such. Tan and tall, and actually gave a shit what I looked like.
In the first group of messages I read to her "So Cute","I was heartbroken","So cute" about 50 times. Of course all these messages came from a different part of my life when I actually gave a shit and listened to people.
One thing not say. "When I was 13-16 I got at least 3 calls a week from girls asking me out who had seen my pic in a friends yearbook", "Didn't you call guys and ask them out?" It was effective to shut down the ordeal but I'm sure I will hear about till the day after I die now.
And yes that's true it happened. But it didn't last long but apparently some women hold onto to shit forever and ever and ever. Who knew?
I'm am 100 percent sure my wife will never suggest anything for me to do ever again. EVER.
For my next trick watch Borzak live all winter in the outside dog house. Wasn't my fault, honest. Mom started this bug in her ear during the Thanksgiving break. Thanks mom.
I bet I hear "Are you on facebook" till the day after I die now. I had it in writing.....
Currently on guard duty till the crack of dawn and she goes to work and I can hid my keepsafe and picture album. I've done some pretty stupid things in my life failing to pear pressure. None of them have anthing on this stupid idea I went along with.
"Hey this one sounds whiney". No fucking shit. Didn't I say that...is what I wanted to say but didn't cause I'm whipped. Oh but hey any day now one of my steel buddies will friend me and we can talk, as if I couldn't just pick up the fucking phone and call.