I had just been Facebook raped and a combination

I had just been Facebook raped and a combination of rage and helplessness ripped through my being. How could a "friend" do this to me? Glass of Merlot in hand, I pondered the

value of accumulating one thousand four hundred and fifty two "friends". But life on the internet was more interesting than reality, so the occasional virtual rape was collateral

that could be used at the Bank of Facebook to secure loans by leveraging your 1,000+ "friends" in order to buy plenty of

NewWorldOrder.com "Lovers". It took 100 LinkedIn connections to make 1 Facebook friend and 1,000 Facebook friends to make 1 Lover. Once you got to 1,000 Lovers, you won. The prize

was a front-page photo on Hashable and 50,000 hashcreds. If he could reach that level, he would win a hoodie once worn by Mark Zuckerberg. With the goal in mind, he opened his

obligatory eyes and realized that he did not have another moment to spare for another social networking device. He'd run out. He loaded Hashable and used all the default settings

thereby totally neglecting all the nifty hacks one could do. If they knew the first thing about those pocket devices. Crikey, I'm content with a 3DS, but this isn't my story. He

was an old timer phone phreak. He would reminisce with the new black hats about the glory days of cracking Ma Bell and nearly strating WWIII. These new kids were little more than

twiddle their thumbs while the veterans made pop-ups of twiddling thumbs on various country's defense systems. Its certainly the best alternative for idle thumbs. No hitchhiking!