Shh… I’m in the Facebook Flaunter of Post Rules Protection Program.
Today is 1 June 2015 and in my family, we have a tradition – more like superstition because any moment now, the texts will start coming in, “Did you say rabbits”, “Rabbits!”, “bunny emoticon”.
So, I post on Facebook like I do most first of the month:
and get THIS:
Who knew rabbits were so subversive, evil, frightening, atrocious, awful…
It’s bad enough that FB “Big Brothers” our business pages – but they do it on our personal pages too. If your Great Auntie Zepzerella isn’t a big poster, you won’t ever see when she posts her prize-winning petunias. Why? Her posts have been deemed less interesting to you than Cousin Hortensia’s eight posts a day about her arse-picking boyfriend!
Damn (I may curse a LOT in my next few posts, just ’cause I can do that here). Damn, it’s a good thing I don’t share my posts from “Unconfined” on FB. I’d be in virtual jail!
Cheers fellow Poets & Poetesses – and for the love of whatever, don’t be saying “cwningen” anywhere where you might be overheard! I think I have a case here for discrimination against the Welsh <– tongue in cheek, just in case I’m being followed!
This message will now self destruct…
1 June 2015