Into every life, a little rain must fall.
At the Zuckerduck's Temple of Solitude,
uniformed bonobos catch passing rain showers
in teacups, to be rushed to The Zuck so he can cry convincingly at pressers.
As long as kittycat pictures exist, his Facejunk cyber-kingdom is safe.
You think wind from a whistleblower
can whisk away his Conspiracy of Likes?
Click here.
Here is your new Friend Request from Togo.
Do you know anybody in Togo?
Would you like to be their friend?
Where is Togo?
Click here.
Aunt Ellen has the hots for ivermectin.
She's doubled her dosage.
Click here to read her post.
Look!
Running shoes with belled tassels on the toes!
Final offer at $22!
Mens size 6-14.
(English translation: give these to a kid with very small feet.)
How do you feel about marmots?
Click here to take poll.
Click here not to take poll.
Yes, we tricked you.
Now you don't know which to click.
Click here to see what others think.
Zuck has more money than God.
Or Ming the Merciless.
He doesn't waste his fortune on rockets.
He spends his dough to research how to better make 'tweens twitch and you feel guilty.
This is The Social Network's Conscience.
Click here to look for it.
Yeah, he lost $7 billion in a day.
You think that was dinner?
Ding! Somebody just Friended you!
The guy from Togo?
Go look.
Click here.
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