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[bloodyrosemccoy]

Dear Facebook ads,

Gosh, it’s nice that you’re looking out for me, but I assure you that my boobs are quite big enough already. Furthermore, there is NO WAY I would let the creepy-looking “doctor” in your ad anywhere near my person, no matter the reason.

So can we please get back to the ads that trawl my interest list? They are much easier to ignore than the creepy doctor. I would very much appreciate it.

-Amelia

Comments

[pandoras-closet.livejournal.com]

Facebook ads exist as something for me to delete.

[fadethecat.livejournal.com]

Facebook ads are convinced that I have a small child I wish to photograph and enter into contests, deep concern about my yellow teeth, about 50 extra pounds I wish to remove quickly, a horse in need of tack, and an independent webdesign business that needs lots of software to help it get off the ground.

One of these days, they'll offer me ads for interesting books and I'll die of sheer shock.

[bean-bunny.livejournal.com]

My favorites currently are the ads that tell me I can lose ten pounds before my wedding.

Motherfucker, if I lose ten pounds, I would die.

[padparadscha.livejournal.com]

Dude, you only WEIGH about ten pounds. You would cease to exist.

[bean-bunny.livejournal.com]

David used to joke about keeping a defibrillator next to the toilet in case of a particularly large poop causing my weight to drop.

[dreams-cametrue.livejournal.com]

I love it when I get breast enlargement ads.

Excuse me, but if you enlarge my breasticles I'll need to wear a bro.