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nausicaa83I was just checking the photos I posted on Facebook, and I noticed something eerie. In every single one I have the same identical expression. That can mean only one thing.
I am Barney Stinson.
Shortly after this shocking revelation, I recieved a mail from a guy on Facebook, and I had no idea who he was, so he must be someone I friended because of some game like Country Story or whatever. He wrote that he saw my picture on my profile and wanted to tell me I was pretty. That's it, twenty words tops and written with all those annoying abbreviations people use in text messages. So I went to see his profile complaining to my cousin about how they let twelve-year-old boys use Facebook, and I found out he was born in 1976.
My generation, what in the world happened to you. If this is the proper level of eloquency required to court a lady nowadays, we're doomed.
I am Barney Stinson.
Shortly after this shocking revelation, I recieved a mail from a guy on Facebook, and I had no idea who he was, so he must be someone I friended because of some game like Country Story or whatever. He wrote that he saw my picture on my profile and wanted to tell me I was pretty. That's it, twenty words tops and written with all those annoying abbreviations people use in text messages. So I went to see his profile complaining to my cousin about how they let twelve-year-old boys use Facebook, and I found out he was born in 1976.
My generation, what in the world happened to you. If this is the proper level of eloquency required to court a lady nowadays, we're doomed.
