3 very LONELY people, who make a ball of hot gas their best friend forever. This strange co-dependency will only lead to melanoma. YSS.

Oh NO! Please don't set your status to invisible!!! The horror! If you do that then how else could we point and laugh at your deluded sense of self importance? Oh and thanks for all of your gooey suggestions at the end, what would we do without you? YSS!

I'm assuming this is a song, which on normal occasions an excerpt from a song is just fine, however, all of the lyrics of a gospel song or whatever this shit is, is just...unimaginative and quite frankly if this is what you want to say to the world, you should go back to the plantation and sing it to the "Lord". YSS.

(btw, to avoid any racial legal issues, the person who wrote this is not black)

ZZZZZzzzzZZzzzzZZZz. *drools* YSS.

Here we have a laundry list of a drunk girl's weekend events. To say that no one cares is a sad understatement, they might however notice that you're a drunk mess that eats shit, falls down alot, get's "bruses", and can't spell to save your dumb life. Now that's "hilariouse"! YSS.

a) No you weren't, because those things don't exist, nor do they co-exist. b) Only one person likes this, but they don't count, because they're a stalker. YSS.

It takes balls to be that publicly unhappy. But let's face it, children do suck. however, YSDS.