So, some of my friends, as well as I, have a unique sense of humor. Since Facebook comments has replaced getting together to watch television “events,” we create groups or pages so friends can leave comments on threads about the Oscars or TV movies. Last night I was invited to a group to snarkily review “Petals On the Wind,” the sequel to “Flowers in the Attic,” which is a novel most of us read in middle or high school for the scandalous nature of it. A couple of months ago, there was a TV movie made for it and BOY, was it cray cray. In case you aren’t familiar, incest is a topic in the novel and movie (no, they don’t show anything in the movie, we’re not pervs, people).
Well, my satellite went out and I couldn’t see it. I know, so sad.
And the only comment I left on the Facebook event page was “my satellite is out, so I’m out.” I didn’t think anything about it for the rest of the night because my husband and I found something on Netflix to watch and I looked up chalk painted cabinets on Pinterest.
This morning I had a friend request from someone and I approved it because I figured it was a friend of a friend.
Then this happened this afternoon.
Oh, Andy. You should start with “I saw you in the incest sex room” in all conversations.
I blocked him. After I mocked him.