So, henceforth and from this day on, no more MySpace. Don't request to be my friend, you already are. I hate MySpace. Can't think of a positive aspect of it. It's owned by Rupert Murduch (owner of Fox News). There's no way to opt out once you have an account. Rupert owns that shit you put up there. Owns it 4-eva. And because of that shit you post up there, it looks like the messiest piece of shit on the internet. An infinitely downward-scrolling piece of shit spiraling around the toilet bowl that is MySpace.
I hate the skanky ass shots. Also, rumors abound of sexual predators. Which I become should I ever surf onto a page of some 13-year-old posting skanky ass-shots.
And the peer pressure! Why the peer pressure? One cannot quit MySpace without receiving constant friends-requests, from good people who just want to play the MySpace game of getting the biggest list of 'friends'. But because I want out, I risk pissing them off. Yes, approve. Yes, approve. Yes Yes Yes. No. Sorry, but it's not you. I love my real three-dimensional friends, but MySpace can go fuck itself.
No more friends-requests will be answered and I won't be visiting the goddamn MySpace unless I absolutely fucking have to.
An Old Grump