IdioTech: Meet Me at Facebook [Click for more]
My mom opened up her web browser. I recently set the homepage to Google. She exclaimed “Oh, we have Google now!”
Whenever my stepmom gets an error in a dialog box on her computer, she just turns off the monitor and says, “I’ll wait for your dad to get home and look at this.”
My dad told me to meet him at Facebook. He meant Starbucks.
If you know people that don’t understand the difference between “liking” a caramel macchiato venti and drinking a facebook post then submit your stories straight to our Tumblr. You won’t regret it, but your friends might.