| HUBBY: | I can’t stand her attachment to Facebook. She just can’t stop checking it every five bloody minutes! |
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| WIFEY: | Oh, you can’t stand it because your buddy tagged you that photo where you were clearly staring at that slut’s boobs! |
| HUBBY: | I did not stare at her boobs. It’s a stupid angle! You’re the one who added random hot guys with six packed tummies as your *friends* in Facebook. |
| WIFEY: | Hello! Everybody knows that they are gays! I did that only to tell you to go to the gym! |
| HUBBY: | Oh, I love the way you communicate to your husband. |
| WIFEY: | Don’t teach me how to communicate, you BlackBerry-addict! You and your constant obsession with the number of your followers on Twitter! |
| HUBBY: | I’m a marketing guy, for God’s sake! I’m manning my corporate’s Twitter account! I told you that a thousand times! |
| WIFEY: | And, that’s why you lock your own personal Twitter account and never accepted my following request? |
| HUBBY: | I accepted you once, but then you unfollowed me. Remember? |
| WIFEY: | I unfollowed you, because you never followed me back. |
| HUBBY: | I never did that because I know you only use Twitter to do stupid chat with your friends. |
| WIFEY: | Oh, and you do serial tweets on just whatever, from dinosaurs to the history of China! Just blog it if you wanna brag your Wikipedia knowledge, will ya’?! |
| HUBBY: | Just like you brag about your interplanetary fashion styles in Blogspot? |
| WIFEY: | I. Am. The. Best. Fashion. Blogger. In. Town! I have to appear weird! You are so unbelievably childish! |
| HUBBY: | Talk to my hand! |
| WIFEY: | I tried. I can’t. Your hands are busy with your BlackBerry. |
| OKAY, OKAY! Please, stop! Let’s start from the beginning. Where did you two meet for the first time? | |
| HUBBY & WIFEY: | Friendster. |
| -Ve Handojo- |
