Dave O... The Funniest Story Ever...

Just got off the phone with Dave O.

My BFF.

The funny part is... he has no clue what that means.

Buck, what the fuck?
(for those that don't know- Dave-O and few other close circle of friends call me Buck- it's a long story)

So here's one for you.

Once upon a time I said this.

Link:  Hey O'Dog, why doncha' just let me set you up with a MySpace account.  You been running with me a long time- and I know it's not your thing... but trust me brother... you'll dig it the most.

Dave O smiles at me, shrugs, and of course...

Dave: Sure, Go for it.

So I set him up.  Photos and all.  He's cocked, locked and ready to Rock on MySpace.

A few days go by.

And then it comes.

Link:  O'Dog, whattaya think of your MySpace Page?

Dave looks, that sincere laugh and look in his eyes, but a little pissed.

Dave:  Oh man, fuck that shit.  I tried to get into it but the moment I started some FAG puts his picture up and won't leave me alone.  And I can't figure out how to get his picture off the site. So yeah, I'm not messing with that crap anymore.

I think for a moment.  Wondering.

Link:  Wait, there's no way.  What Fag?  I created your site so there's no way anyone can jump on board... Who's bothering you?

Dave:  I don't know how the shit works-  Just some fag named Tom posted his picture up on... I guess it's called the Friends thing... and I can't get him off.  So yeah... Buck... It's just not my thing.

I realize who he's talking about and laugh my ass off. 

Tom- The MySpace President- We all got him.

Tom Anderson- MySpace creator and Dave O Stalker

'Seriously, who the fuck is this Tom guy?"

"Dunno.  Bad things maybe, O'Dog... Bad Things."

Damn, I was laughing so hard I couldn't even get the breath to explain it to him.

Dave just shrugged and did his thing.

Dave: Yeah, fuck that shit.  It's not my thing Buck. I'm not messing with MySpace no more.

And to each there own.

Damn my BFF makes me laugh.  Even if he is obsessed with this Tom Guy.

Whoah.