Always make sure your default picture is a self taken portrait with less than average quality. If a friend snapped the picture in appropriate lighting, delete it immediately. Now try and imagine something very depressing; perhaps how you felt when you realized there was no Santa Clause or how you'll feel when you decide to retire and realize there's no Social Security. Now hold the camera out at an arm's length randomly snapping pictures of that gloomy stare. Another basic step is to never set your display name to accurately resemble your real name. Never! Instead of "Becky,"¯ you should now be known as +[]*MeNd THiS BLeeDing HeaRt*[]+.
Insert an irritating music video into your profile. Never under any circumstance place it near the top of your profile, because then it's possible to pause it before interrupting the good music that I've already been listening to. One of the biggest mistakes made by people who do not suck at MySpace is not being annoying enough. If you want to ensure a satisfactory level of displeasure in anyone that comes across your profile, I suggest adding a totally different song in your profile that starts playing at the same time as the initial music video. I think a Kanye West song playing over a Clay Aiken video would suffice. But please remember to make me scroll and search for them!
Here's an important one: you know the bulletin feature which lets you write a message to all of your friends at once? Overuse it! You should be asking for picture comments and other undeserved attention at least nine times per week. It may be tough to squeeze all of this begging for acknowledgement in between having sex with random men to make yourself feel prettier but trust me, this step is very crucial. Just remember that nine is only the minimum, so I want you to feel free to really go nuts with it.
Post a fictitious story that tries to prove men are the most horrible things since slavery, the UPN network, and the Holocaust combined. "One day Sally was rushing home to tell her boyfriend how much she loved him. She even planned on promising him unlimited blowjobs whenever he wanted! But Billy did not appreciate her and never made time for her in between his hobbies of throwing hard objects at babies and lynching the homeless. Sally got so upset that she wasn't paying attention to the road, ran a red light and got hit by a driver who had the right of way. This "obeying civilian"¯ was a man and therefore was to blame. For the rest of Billy's life, he regretted not treating her more like girls are treated in romantic comedies!" It doesn't even matter if the story makes no sense, as long as it has the potential to brainwash a portion of naĆÆve girls.
Don't slow down with the bulletins just yet! Post another one with enclosed test results showing "how naughty u r"¯ by listing which risquĆ© activities you have completed. Some examples of these activities include smoking cigarettes, doing drugs, sneaking out of the house, being pregnant, and bestiality.
by Brian Paulsen at Villanova
by Jake Klocksien at Winona State
by Will Hettinger
Bring home your very own Dramatic Chipmunk, LOLcat, and hamster stuck in a wheel.
Trinity Miracle: End Zone Shot
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A quick look at the themes that didn't make the cut.
Like an alcoholic Gatorade -- only more fun.
You've NEVER heard a rooster like this before.
I hope I can still do this at his age and look this good...
One Black guy being chased buy 100 white guys