Because if you’re facebook friends with someone (even if you haven’t seen her since grade 3) and she uploads photos of an event that is completely unrelated to you, you can still browse those photos and in this way you can be scarred for life by looking at the drunken bachelorette party (these still exist; who knew?) of a woman who let’s just say has a serious emotional investment in hairspray.
Also there was pole dancing. No comment.
The frosted side of me (you know, like a mini wheat) can’t not look at peoples’ photos. But the wheat side just wants to get under a desk and weep. I guess I’ll go drink some more coffee.
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