Can someone tell me what happened to Facebook? I remember when my friends would get drunk and post unflattering pictures. Now everyone is mature and talking about babies and crockpots and anti-aging creams and going to bed early on school nights.
Anthony Paull is a syndicated columnist, author and filmmaker from Sarasota, Florida. Visit anthonypaull.com for more info.
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