Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, myspace.
I think I have a myspace, logged in like a week ago.
I used to have another one, mainly used to seduce foreign men.
Happy Birthday to Me
Hambone can't stand it. Hambone hates it. Everybody says to Hambone, "Dude, do you have a Myspace account?" and Hambone says "No. I'm not some valley girl who sits around not doing her homework and that spends all of her time on that wretched, brainless website!"
Myspace is okay. I used to think it was the devil but then I found it had its uses. Since I don't get to see my little bro all that much, I can at least keep in contact with him through Myspace.
Not even involved in it i just browse longingly and laugh at the idiocy of everyday people that update their blogs in a vain attempt to grasp some attention.
Dance Macabre