Mr. Ree: Sadly, yes. And it's very, very sad. When FBers used to talk about Farmville, I'd almost start to cry I felt so badly for them. It was so embarrassing. Their elation over discovering another player had something to give them was as tragic as anything I can remember in my entire life. Often, at night -- when sleep wouldn't come -- I'd pray silently in my bed for them to be free from that terrible curse and the misconception that it was "okay." It's not okay. It's just sad. Sad. Sad. Sad.
and all of them accesible by the us goverment in their anti terrorist laws.all the world is making a profile on facebook.amazing power for goverments and corporations in this century
there was a time, when few guys, older than me, mocking at me because i have played counter-strike...that it was a game for kids and etc. .... now...those guys....play the idiot farm vile at FB
Mr. Ree: Sadly, yes. And it's very, very sad. When FBers used to talk about Farmville, I'd almost start to cry I felt so badly for them. It was so embarrassing. Their elation over discovering another player had something to give them was as tragic as anything I can remember in my entire life. Often, at night -- when sleep wouldn't come -- I'd pray silently in my bed for them to be free from that terrible curse and the misconception that it was "okay." It's not okay. It's just sad. Sad. Sad. Sad.
and all of them accesible by the us goverment in their anti terrorist laws.all the world is making a profile on facebook.amazing power for goverments and corporations in this century
there was a time, when few guys, older than me, mocking at me because i have played counter-strike...that it was a game for kids and etc. .... now...those guys....play the idiot farm vile at FB
Sadly, yes. And it's very, very sad. When FBers used to talk about Farmville, I'd almost start to cry I felt so badly for them. It was so embarrassing. Their elation over discovering another player had something to give them was as tragic as anything I can remember in my entire life. Often, at night -- when sleep wouldn't come -- I'd pray silently in my bed for them to be free from that terrible curse and the misconception that it was "okay." It's not okay. It's just sad. Sad. Sad. Sad.
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