The post from Facebook that forced my mom to ban me to a blog.

I hate that just because I comment or hit like on somebodies post, Facebook has to inform me about every other loser on Facebook that had to post as well. Can't I just be content in my isolated comment. Oh, I know it's a social network.Really, is it? I haven't seen 125 of my 159 friends in at least 15 years. Some of them I don't even remember actually knowing. By the way I didn't really do the math there it's probably more like 145. But back to my point, can't I just make a hit and run snarky remark? Do I have to read about everyone else that actually gives a hoot about the contents of the post? No because then you're just a cowardly troll. No, it's because I have at least 18 hours a day to make comebacks at you that have no real bearing on either of our existences. Well it's an important matter to me. I strongly believe in somebodies right to do whatever it is that people give a shit about. Well that's great. I believe strongly in making fun of other peoples beliefs. I think that's largely what our racists founding fathers had in mind when they formed this elite based society.And I'm sorry, I just looked. I have 160 friends. I know for a fact I have never met at least one. But she's a friend of a friend who takes off her clothes to music. Don't judge her, she has Tourettes.

 This was the joke I posted that my mom said she like, which I also wrote. A duck walks into a bar. The bartender asks him what he wants to drink. Right before the duck can answer the cook cuts off his head. The bartender says I guess we know what tonight's special is.