Facebook Stalker
Posted on | August 3, 2009 | No Comments
I love it when Betty’s guy crush follows us on vacation.
“Hey, I just got a text from Baby Daddy,” says Betty.
“What does he want, now?” I ask.
“He wants a surf report,” says Betty. “I’m going to tell him Mexico is going off!”
5 minutes later
“Oh my gosh!” squeals Betty. “He says he’s in Mexico, right now!”
“Betty, there are tons of surf spots in Mexico, he could be anywhere,” I say.
“I’m gonna ask him where he is,” says Betty.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” screams Betty. “He’s here at Zippers, and he wants to know how it is.”
“Betty how on Earth did he know you were going to be here?” I ask. “Did you tell him?”
“I did not tell him that I was cuming down here with you,” swears Betty.
“He must have read your Facebook status!” I say. “I wonder if he’s with his Baby Mama?”
“He says he came with his brother’s band,” says Betty. “They’re playing at Cabo Wabo tomorrow night.”
“For someone with commitment issues, Baby Daddy is turning into quite the Facebook Stalker, isn’t he?” I say.
“Remember, Betty, Facebook is like that Michael Jackson song, “I always feel like somebody’s watching me,” except on Facebook everybody’s watching you.”
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