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by Salman
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December 21st, 2008 No Comments
User 1: I’ve never had a reason to be concerned about click fraud on my site and I’ve been in the AdSense program since it began four years ago. User 2: I’ve been driving a car for 30 years and never been in a head-on collision. Apparently, all this talk about air bags is a load of hooey.
For sake of those people who haven’t seen the movie yet, I have the post on next page.. and if you don’t want to find out most of the story in my own weird way of story-telling than trust me you don’t want to click on Read more.
The years are going by so fast it really is bewilderin’
And we’ll be so-called “grown ups” and have mortgages and children
I hope we all gain worldliness, and wisdom, maturity
But I hope most of all that MySpace falls into obscurity
I hope our profiles all go dead, entombed in distant servers
A monument of your youth, although lacking its observers
Your page will be an empty shell, when no one is behind it
I hope your MySpace stays forever -- and I hope that your kids find it
How I hope that you forget your MySpace
I hope it slips completely from your mind
And I hope it stays up long enough for the next generation to find
And I hope that it embarrasses your children
I hope their bratty friends all forward it around
And I hope that you forget your password
So you cannot take it down
If your kids think you vaguely square, it will be so much clearer
When they laugh at the pictures you took in your bathroom mirror
And all the bands you listen to, your kids will be exposin’
“Who is this Soulja Boy you reference, who’s ‘Uh Oh Explosion’?”
They’ll marvel at how old you are, they’ll “rofl” at your outfits
Your tastes may pass as “vintage” in the future -- but I doubt it
I hope your cynical kids say, “Holy crap, this is great
these comments date all the way back to 2008.”
I hope they dig through your pictures, and find some we might call compromising
I hope that seeing young Mom in a swimsuit or smoking a hookah isn’t too traumatizing
But it will be past their comprehension
They’ll ask “Did Grandpa not give you enough attention?”
[insert rocking out here]
They might poke at your top 8 friends, read your comments at the most
I only wish that they could see the inane bulletins you post