Several weeks ago, I awoke from my slumber with a mighty headache, and little recollection of what had happened the night before. I began my Saturday morning (more like early afternoon) routine of recovering/getting fucked up again (I'm a multi-tasker, what can I say), and after a couple solid bong hits, I went online to check my various internet accounts. When logged on to Facebook, I noticed I had a friend request, and I leapt from my seat with excitement. However, that excitement quickly faded when I saw who it was. "AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" I exclaimed loudly to my still-sleeping friends, as I found myself looking at my fathers face. My father, in what I assumed must have been a not-quite-mid-life crisis, had created a Facebook account. My first instinct was to block him, which I did. Then I called and berated him, for various (mostly self-centered) reasons. After thoroughly losing the argument with him (goddamn lawyers), I accepted, grudginly, that he wasn't going to leave Facebook (despite the initial dissapproval of me, my little brother, and my step-sister), and that I should just pray he never uses it. Yesterday, upon talking to my brother about the whole thing, I was struck with an idea.