It was a Facebook Birthday!

By now the entire western world knows I got kicked off Facebook again. Not suspended, but kicked off. Account deleted. So long, White Trash.

Me and Facebook had a feud going on during my vacation anyway.

First I got suspended for a month for this meme because it showed 'sexual content':

So just to be a pain in their collective commie asses, I appealed it. Never go down without a fight. An hour or two later, they rescinded the suspension and put the post back up.

Then on the 4th, they apparently decided to fuck with me back because I started getting Happy Birthday greetings in my email and then on FB through instant messages. My birthday isn't the 4th.

Okay, at first I thought it was just blog readers that misunderstood me when I said I was taking a blog vacation during the week of the 4th and my birthday, thinking my birthday was the 4th instead of the 7th, until Doc told me FB sent out a notification saying it was my birthday. 

So I went and checked. Bigger than shit, it had my birthday listed as 4 July 1953 (which happens to be my ex's birthday) instead of 7 July 1959. Not only that, but they turned on the deal that told people it was my birthday. I had that turned off back when I set up this account after I got kicked off last year.

Fuckers.

So then I started thinking.

I spend as time on FB than I do this blog, both posting memes and combing through a hundred or more of them in the various offensive meme groups I belong(ed) to on FB. The main reason I did that was because my 2 PM meme postings are by far the most popular feature on this blog.

But I've got something like 5000 of them, and that's not an exaggeration, saved up. I needed a 30 day break from FB. Getting kicked off would be even better, a permanent vacation, right? But if it's a planned deal, let's get symbolic about it and do it on my birthday. I'd start out slow and work my way up. If I wasn't suspended by 8 PM, I'd break out my secret weapon.

I posted the first five memes of the day. No suspension.

Three or four hours later, I went to post my second five. No suspension.

A couple hours later I went to post another round and BAM! there was my GTFO notice from the second batch. I was actually kinda surprised with what triggered the li'l bitches.

Seriously? That? All y'all have seen what kind of shit I've been posting the last few months and I got popped for that?

Fuck it, I'll take what I can get.

I let out a war whoop that Lisa heard from the back porch where she was sitting. She laughed and hollered, "Suspended again?"

"Nope, kicked off!!!"

"Happy Birthday, baby!" she hollered back. 

So what was my secret weapon that I knew would work if I hadn't been suspended by nightfall?

I'm almost sorry I didn't get a chance to use it.

Anyways, I've got enough memes to last a year or more, so I'll keep posting them until I run out. The only difference is there'll be a hell of a lot less political memes because I got 99% of those from FB meme groups I belonged to but I can't even access the site now, and I'll be damned if I'm going to fall back into that trap of spending an hour or more looking for them elsewhere.

And no, I'm not going to open up another account under a new profile. I had my fun with them, time to go find somebody else to fuck with.