I Am the Last Living Person on Facebook
I’m alone. There is no other person on Facebook. Every day, I open Facebook. I look for any sign of human life. There is none.
I’m alone. There is no other person on Facebook. Every day, I open Facebook. I look for any sign of human life. There is none.
Once upon a midnight dreary, a man was scrolling, weak and weary.
I mean, that’s fine isn’t it? I cost $1500, I’m considered to be the best laptop on the market right now.
Did you see my tweet from this morning saying I take everyone’s concerns seriously, accompanied by a gif from The Office?
Your Mac is overheating. Your Mac can’t stop looking up the symptoms of rare computer viruses.
You're getting very sleepy... when you wake up, A.I. will make your life worth living.
Art is supposed to challenge us, to make us think, to make us laugh, to make us uncomfortable, and to make us say, “I remember that line from the video I just watched.”
Shaniqua is a life coach. When she asks, “What’s your destination?” she doesn’t mean on this trip; she’s talking about your life’s journey.
My profile specifically states I'm looking for "the Jim to my Pam," meanwhile you're still "figuring out your relationship type."
Your Password Is Insecure: password Your Password Is Confident: Password.Period.
Soon we'll live in a world where Neuralink will let us surf the internet just by thinking about it and bleeding from our eyes.
11:45 PM: Really starting to get worried. 12:12 AM: Are you mad at us? 1:37 AM: Did you block us?