Facebook is Kaka
The following is a monologue I heard in a bar in Tel Aviv about a year ago, poetized only slightly by myself, and now hastily translated into English. So there:
I don’t do Facebook / Facebook is kaka / I don’t / conform / I am Romanian / my dad also / knows Romanian / I / don’t / conform / don’t do Facebook / I told everyone / never / look / look at this nice dog / in the picture / it’s so funny / it’s killing me / I / don’t conform / We were in a hotel / in Romania / they told me / I told them / I don’t / don’t know / Romanian / only my dad / knows / how would I know? / But look / what a dog / eh? / it’s killing me / look / look / look / look / Here’s another / picture of him / not my dad / the dog / look / Isn’t it funny / eh? / isn’t it amazing / eh? / Isn’t it cute / eh? / isn’t it pretty / eh? / I follow it / on facebook.