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INSANE RANT OF THE DAY: FACEBOOK "GIFTS".
 
Just a note. Save your money. Stop sending me "Gifts" through Facebook. Your dollar could go to much better causes. Like say, sending it directly to me; or I don't know, BUYING ME SOMETHING THAT ACTUALLY EXISTS. But hey, if you actually did that, that'd mean I wouldn't get a PICTURE OF A CUPCAKE on my page. And well, I don't think I could live with the fact, that I, unlike everyone else, would be the one social pariah whose entire page is not littered with pictures of gifts instead of actual gifts. And I don't know about you, but I'm just not ready to undertake the social and psychological burden that would invoke.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that You and Facebook owe me an actual physical cupcake. I don't care what the repercussions and ramifications of such a bold task are, but next time I'm promised the gift of baked goods, you better fucking deliver. And don't even get me started on this Giraffe shit I've been getting on my page. What kind of shitty gift is that? Who gives Giraffe's as gifts? It doesn't even make any sense. As a matter of fact, it reminds me of the time I asked my Dad for a Nintendo in 1986 and instead he got me a fucking Zebra. Ok, he never did that. But he could have. And by god, if he did, I'd break its noble spirit and ride it like a horse, because, damn it, it's a fucking horse irregardless of what scientists will tell you. But still, my point stands. And that point is... something? I'll let you know when I figure it out.

So, in closing, keep the Booze-mail, ribbons, and fucking zombie invitations to yourself, mister. And if you're in the market to get me a gift, dear lord, get me a *real* one. The kind that actually exist, or at the very least can be traded in without your knowledge for something of actual monetary value. I can draw a fucking picture, thank you very little. I should be eating your magnanimous gesture right now. But instead? Nothing. Way to go. You like totally dropped the ball. Or Cupcake as it were.

Oh, and P.S., Your "Fun Walls" aren't that fun. Someone had to say it.


Sean Carless.
Professional Truth-Teller.