Welcome to the Notebook. My name is Randy Johnson, but if I had a pen name it would be “R.J. Moody”. My notebook contains personal observations, stories, and poetry, ranging from the serious to the absurd. Inside I hope you find something that you enjoy reading, and maybe even something worth sharing with a friend. All content unless otherwise noted is my original property. Please do not use without permission.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Warning Facebook Friends (Escaping Farmville)
Like the rest of us, you don't understand how Facebook really works. Nobody does; nor do we know why it exists, or how we got there. Alien abductions I suspect. Like the rest of us you’ve probably had a memory implanted into your brain that a “friend” invited you there. It’s useless to resist. You’re there now, and there’s no escaping. If they haven’t done so already, the aliens will soon give you a task to perform. I for example maintain a farm in "Farmville" for the aliens, where I’m forced to harvest crops several times a week. The crops I assume go to feed the needy on some far away planet. Don’t get me wrong; I have nothing against helping the less fortunate in other galaxies. I just don’t like being enslaved this way, so tonight I am planning to flee the farm. “Friends,” if you see my unattended crops left dying in the fields, please do not notify The Big Face. I want to be as far away as possible when the aliens notice!
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Way to go Randy! Just say NO to Farmville... Don't let THEM suck you back in!
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