So, have you been hit with the llama riddle? The one that has turned all your friends into llamas? Or maybe you're a llama? I am. I got the riddle wrong. The sad thing is that I actually had heard it before and SHOULD have known better. But I got cocky and didn't give it thought and, now I have a llama as my profile pic. Mine is cute though, it has buck teeth and hairy ears. Reminds me of my Great Uncle Earl.
If you haven't been hit with the riddle yet, drop me a line (there's a form on the home page) and I will let you in on it. You just can't tell anyone I did. I heard that someone passed along the right answer and had to be a llama for life. Would that make me a llifer?
I pondered putting a pic of the Dalai Lama on there, but figured half my friends wouldn't get it and the other half would think it was silly. So, I have old bucktoothed Uncle Earl.
It's funny how these things go through Facebook. Like the time that women were supposed to write the last lingerie item they purchased as their status in support of some charity or the other. How that supported anybody I can never figure out, but I did it. Oddly enough, my "big white granny panties" didn't get any woo hoos like my friend's little black teddy. Of course I'm the only one that's telling the truth. She wouldn't be caught dead in a teddy. Or any underwear for that matter.
The next thing to go around you were supposed to put where your purse was as your status. "Front seat of the car" did a couple of woo hoos. If anyone asked what the statuses were all about ("anyone" being humans with penises) we were supposed to hint that it had to do with your first sexual encounter. One poor woman didn't know about the sex part and she just posted that it was "in the leather shop getting holes punched." Ouch.
I'm not sure what it says about us as a nation that so many of us find those little status things amusing. I admit I find it hard to not click if someone tells me they can tell me what kind of car I would be. Or what Pharoah owned me in a former life when I was a hound. I know it's a scam and they're getting my info. But, I lied on my info form, so I don't care. If they want to hack into my bank account, they're welcome to all thirty two dollars and forty two cents.
Until next time...
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I've never been normal. I've never tried to be. I can't imagine anything more boring.
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