biggest,most useless and annoying waste of space and time EVER!!
the worst thing to happen to the internet since Napster...a site where losers post pics taken in their bathrooms and share their personal information with the entire world and where people constantly whore their asses off online just to 'get a comment'
who gives a fuck if you have 21,000 friends on myspace, if you end up broke and homeless...ZERO of those 'friends' will show up and aid you
chicks at school: OMGzZ!!1 i am soooooo mad at chad because he didnt read my comment on Myspace!!
me: shut the fuck up with that myspace shit already! you artifical,materialistic cock master whores
chicks at school: ur just mad because you dont have friends on myspace LOLZ
me: yeah?? well at least i have 2 REAL FRIENDS who are there for me whenever i need them....
You know those freaks that used to only come out at night? Yeah, they're on the web now and they brag about how many friends they have. They're all ugly, emo, fat, disgusting, 14-year-old whores who do those famous camera-trick-shot-things to make themselves look more fabulously slutty than they really are so people like Brian Peppers can kidnap them and molest them. Not his fault, though, they asked for it for being so whorish. Most don't change facial expressions. All are stupid and deserve to die. Except for Joe Don Baker. He's cool. When dealing with a hordes of myspace junkies it's a good idea to bring your own weapons. Be sure to use caution around myspace addicted whores, your safety is not guaranteed. I've only done this once before.
Myspace turdburglar: "Lol, I have 9,344,323 friends on myspace!"
Sane Person: "O rly?"
Myspace turdburglar: "Ya rly, you should sign up for a myspace!"
Sane Person: "Why should I sign up for yourspace when I have my own personal space. Your stupidity is leaking into it. BEGONE!" *PUNCH*
Myspace turdburglar (with a broken nose): "OW! I'm gonna write a nasty blog about you and have my elevendy-billion friends comment on how you're a pansy because you don't have a myspace."
Sane Person: "I thought you said you had 9,344,323 friends."
Myspace turdburglar (with a broken nose): "I'm sure more people want to be friends since I last logged in three minutes ago." *leaves to write angry blog*
Sane Person: "Turd Burglar. I hope he eats a bag of hell."
Joe Don Baker: Where can I find me some bacon, butter, pancakes, steak, eggs, cheese, fries, cheesy fries, pizza, beer, hamburgers, butter, chili dogs, chili-cheese fries, fried chicken, waffles, corn dogs, an orange covered, with some beer and more butter?
A versatile 'space' on the web, where any person can create a brief representation of themself. This privilidge if abused, because being deceitful is so easy, but what can you expect from the internet?
Myspace offers a huge confidence boost for those that are "hot" and didn't know it. Provided is a great way to write one's thoughts and feelings out, and then get feedback from anyone all over the world.
Myspace can be used to meet people and upgrade your understanding of the world, but many incompetant people simply write nothing of any substance and post a picture. I wish there was a seperate service called boringspace for them.
All around, myspace is what you make of it, whether that be a stalker source or an information hub.
J.M. - "Please explain hang gliding to me. I have always admired people who soar over my head, but I don't know what it takes for me to start the sport.
Updraft - "First of all, it is incredible! The feeling of floating on air cannot be explained by anything but the actual experience. I suggest that you find a small club with a beginner hill. After a few practic trys and getting the feel for your glider, you can try something really exciting. Good luck!
Basically, a completely pointless community website, but WARNING, it's highly addictive. Tom, the Creator, is the equivalent of a god to serious myspacers. There are always countless chain-bulletins about bullshit things. There's the occasional one that makes sense, until you get to the bottom where it says "REPOST IN 5 SECZ OR ELSE U WILL HAV BAD LUCK FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!" or something similiar.
When you first join, its fun. After a while, it becomes a popularity contest, in which you add people just for the sake of having 'friends'. However, there is the occasional person who has a whole bunch of rules like 'Don't repost a bulletin every 5 fucking minutes or I won't add you!' or 'DuNt tYiPe lYkK dDiSz' like they're all that and a bag of skittles.
And then, after about two months, you realize that there's really no point at all. But by then, your probably too far gone to stop. Then again, its given many people a boost in their social lives. Yippee
omgzzzz lyk comment my new pixxx!!!
ii lovve yeww <333: omfg i love you!! you are so freakin sexiiii like omg lets chyll ! blahblahblahblah comment bac or else bitch! like l-o-l
The only thing that is more addicting than drugs.
Wow, Joe has about 19,000 friends and he's only had myspace for about a month. What a fucking MySpace whore.
Myspace is a hard word to define on so many level's,many claim the addiction to myspace is the natural urge for human attention and that is is the perfect outlet for people who crave attention.Sigmund Freud,if here were alive today would definately include a case study on the nature of this website.Freud then would proceed to set up an account for his case study and himself would fall prey to the addiction,eventually adding people like Albert Einstein,Marie Curie to his top 8 list,he soon would abandon his work and focus on the social aspects of myspace for himself personally,he would eventually post blogs,post one picture of himself just for vanity sake and proceed to check his laptop every hour or so to see if any girls did "brainy guys",after severe disapointment Freud decides that the only alternative is to abandon his elitist ways and become trendy in the Myspace ways,He add garage bands to his friends list,posts picture comments to Marie Curie in provocative outfits and even manages to score a fat chick from myspace.Freud then realizes soon after,that he could have done the same thing in real life,exept listening to a garage band,he could go listen to a big name band at a real concert,and instead of the fat chick from myspace who leaves him 50 comments a day,he could have easily just walked up to a hot chick in real life and ask for her number and feel more satisfied than anything he could have done through myspace.
The Morale of this boring story is,Anyone intell...
an amazingly addivtive "place for friends". most of your friends had one so you thought it would be cool to join also, while doing this you take pictures of your half-haked self in front of a bathroom mirror. after having myspace for about a month you realize that you tend to check it every 5 minutes. Myspace allows you to put different "display names" that are on top of you default picture. only losers on myspace change their display name along with the picture. Myspace has "whore trains" something that allows you to have as many friends as you please by posting pointless bullitens. Myspace claims to be a great way to meet friends, but it is more like a great way to meet stalkers. Alot of people add friends just for the sake of having more friends than the other person. Also when you first join myspace, you have your first friend who is Tom--you will initially think he is a stalker but no he is just the creator.
Don't get a myspace its too addictive. You can easily meet a stalker there.
a. A place for little teenagers to take slutty pics of themselves in nothing but their underwear and then post captions that say things like "omg, i'm so fat" or "omg, i'm sooo pretty" when what they need to be doing is playing in traffic. b. a place for big kids to go on and see who can get 25,253,322.2 friends first and where conceited people are most often the ones that post bulletins that consist of "New Pics" or "Leave Comments" or any combination of the two
20 Rules of MySpace
#15- Those of you with 25 million friends, get real, everyone hates you, there is no way you can keep up with that many friends.