You do know that the Obama administration is using FaceBook to sterilize your children, right?

What about those of us who can't make FaceBook pages because of REAL-LIFE stalker issues? I mean, not me, but there is this friend of mine who had to delete her MySpace and FaceBook pages because a guy kept harassing her, and she reported the messages, so he'd make new accounts and keep harassing her. And he was a local guy who knew where she lived, so it was ber scary. So she had to delete her internet profiles with her real name on them, and move to the sticks, and never be heard from again. Poor girl. She was a good friend.

I see what you did there.

You kids today with your lives lived on the internets and the FaceIn and LinkedBook and the what not.

Back in my day, two of her buddies would go rough up the guy. Easy, peasy.

I did it, now what do I get?

Universal approbation.

hands Chance a Twinkie filled with cyanide cream.

Here ya go!

fail.

I wanted to be one of the cool kids.


Or maybe it's the cool kids who aren't putting their pictures on. Which would make me not one of the cool kids. Yeah.

Hmm... It won't let me add from my profile pics. I can add from any other albums, but not my profile pics. How inconvenient!

Worthless without a Tits page!




On the other hand, stalking should be much easier with real names of Gabbers available. I will not be participating in this.


The photo sharing that is, I will be participating in the stalking.

I would love to join in but the spiders in the basement have stolen my interweb.

I'm willing to bet that 99.99% of internet stalkers never go beyond the internet. Sure, the internet can provide you with a wealth of information, and people even go out of their way to put their personal information up on the internet, but the most important thing a good stalker needs is not information. It is determination. Back in the old days we stalkers used to go to libraries and newspaper archives to get our their information. We They knew how to use microfilm, microfiche, microcards and aperature cards and were adept at making phony phone calls to police stations and utility companies.

But getting the information was always the easy part. A stalker needs that inner drive to make him want, NEED to get the job done. And the grit to never give up. Most of these internet wannabes don't have the stones for real world stalking. Or the insulated waterproof boots you need up in Maine this time of year.

I added some pics of others that I had saved. If you want yours removed, let me know - I tagged everyone, so you should be notified about the photo.

Yeah, that one can go. You know which one.

Nekkid Southpark Chance is sexy. You dont know what youre talking about Thud!

I'm so glad I picked a flattering photo.

Don't worry, Kchiki, you're a fox either way.


Did anyone notice that ZuG has a facebook fan named Keith Whistler? He's no relation.

Huge thanks to Manhole for making this happen.

I'm curious to see what would happen if someone tried to upload a new "tits" picture to the Facebook page. As long as public decency standards were met (e.g., pasties), I can't see why they'd have a problem with it.

I'd offer to go first, but you've already seen my breasts.

Facebook seems to have a policy where if anyone reports the picture, they act first and ask questions later. They'll simply shut down the account or whatever for a few days and delete it.

I learned this because my friend has had his account shut down around 7 times for having boobs in his photo albums, even though covered completely in body-paint.

Apparently, it is the nipples they find offensive.

Yay! I love the Photo Album. But I'm going to try to get a newer picture of myself this time. The one I have on Facebook now (and that was in the old Zug photo album) is four years old.

My old photo album pics were at least six years out of date. The new one on facebook is only a year or so old. I've lost a few pound since then, but in all fairness, I'm never dressed as nicely and am never as well groomed as I am in the facebook pic.

Unfortunately, though, it is a fair representation of how dorky looking I really am.