Groan!
I'm a groan-ass man.

Let's sing a song!
He licks the salt off the chips and puts them back in the bag!
Freaky man, freaky man. He just don't understand.
He buys all his votes for posts so he can sit back and brag!
Freaky man, freaky man. He just don't understand.
He smacks you on the buttocks, you're it because he yelled, "Tag!"
Freaky man, freaky man. He just don't understand.
He picks his ass at the table, smells his fingers, you gag!
Freaky man, freaky man. He just don't understand.
He sells his service on the corner while he's dressed in the drag!
Freaky man, freaky man. He just don't understand.
He shares a pic of his dick and then he pouts when you flag!
Freaky man, freaky man. He just don't understand.

WTF Am I Doing?
Today is just a regular day.
It's also that one day out of the year where people on Facebook actually talk to me.
I don't understand why they always pick the same day every year.
Mark the Master and his Marionettes
That's why.
So whatever, I received a few notifications; headed on over to Facebook to have a look.
Within seconds I was distracted by a post. Someone shared a video, it looked funny, so I pushed play. It turned out to be a compilation video of young kids singing obnoxiously, being loud, whatever, then the video stopped so I could view an advertisement about condoms, then it went back to the annoying kids.
What kind of sinister marketing strategist would feel the need to remind people about wrapping it up during an episode of kids giving parents a headache? That was my takeaway.

Any Minute Now
They'll all jump out and yell, "Surprise!"
Then I'll jump out and yell, "No you didn't! Who are you people and what you doing in my house!"
Have a nice day.

