and then, friendster decides to pop an email over to his royal highness. it’s actually a weekly thing. the email contains updates about stuff like, so and so has a updated new pictures, so and so has new testimonials etc etc. nothing too distressing or annoying. it’s just a weekly updated that gets a one second attention from his highness and poof it goes into the delete box.

and say what you know, we have a surprise this time round.

XYZ has a new testimonial added. why would someone whose not longer breathing be getting a new testimonial? unless they happen to be breathing again…

curious, our crushed royalness clicked. we see a testimonial that vaguely says something like,

“hey, you’re back! …. miss you…. yeah…. go out soon… …. …”

his highness was puzzled. back in hell? huh? what the hell is going on?

and then, truth dawned on his highness…

“B-I-T-C-H”

 

xxx

technology can’t lie. not like some lying bitch elsewhere whose breathing around. technology reveals all. technology unrevels the biggest questions. and with a linking world held by technology, DON’T FUCKING LIE.

time to sleep and go out with humans tomorrow

-end of story-

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