When you really think about it, the internet is really only good for a few things: Hitting the random article button on Wikipedia to impress people with useless knowledge, pr0n, fantasy football, and pr0n.
I recently discovered a fifth reason to fire up the fox, the site F My Life, or FML as we call it on the interwebs.
To say it's hilarious would be like saying a Cadbury creme egg is worth losing a nut over. It is.
The short posts follow a similar theme of someone having a crappy day, but not so crappy they fail to see a small glimmer of humor in the day's crappiness and find time during aforementioned crappiness to post it on FML.
Here is an example of a post that made me barf with giggles:
"Today, my boyfriend of 17 months, the first guy to tell me he loves me, the guy I lost my virginity to, the only guy whose parents I've met, told me we should stop 'hooking up' because it's weird that I was telling everyone we were a couple and it was ruining his chances of finding a girlfriend. FML"
I also found this post that must have been from when Zod, Alredu2, and Goose were roommates:
"Today, cops showed up at my apartment demanding to look inside. Satisfied with the search, they told me they had received a noise complaint. More specifically, hearing screams someone believed a girl was getting raped. I had two friends over and we had been wrestling. The three of us are male. FML"
So next time you're having a crappy day, otherwise known to Jester as Wednesday, type FML in your search engine of choice and enjoy others witty unfortunateness.
Hollywood out.
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1 comment:
Hollywood, I am very disturbed by your picture. My first car was a white 1988 Mercury Cougar LS. I loved that car and still have the cougar emblem from the grille. It is very sad for me to see a car like my old car in that crappy state looking all white trash and ghetto. Take care baby, wherever you still are...
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