To whoever invented fraping, I don’t know whether to laugh and hug you or spit on your neck and kick you in the crotch. (This is F.R.I.E.N.D.S reference, I’m not weirdly violent).
I must admit the first time someone hijacked their friends Facebook it must have been pretty bloody fantastic. Posting obscene and ridiculous statuses, clips, links and photos, changing information and liking everything on a random’s wall is a mixture of funny and irritating on the frapee’s behalf, and wildly hilarious for the frapers.
I have been frapped more times than I can count. I am too trusting thinking leaving my friends alone in my room with my Facebook open is a good idea. I have had pregnancy announcements, gender swapping, countless weird statues normally relating to bodily functions, and I am also following every Benedict Cumberbatch page known to man.
It’s all well and good on the frapping front until your family see something incriminating. Am I the only one with a family who gossip like a bunch of old women? I put one foot out of the line and my great aunty from New Zealand will have heard this time next week.
So when a “friend” changes your relationship status to ‘in a relationship’ with another of your friend’s who is in on the joke think of the fallout. Otherwise that crazy, *cough* sorry “cool” aunty of yours, who forced you to accept her friend request, and constantly bothers you with candy crush saga requests will make some form of comment: “So glad you finally found someone. Always knew you were a lesbo haha lol #outofthecloset #auntyofalesbo” and then the whole family will know.
Then I want to kill my friend.
So the next time before you click ‘post’ on that hilarious frape you just thought up be prepared to help with the clean up.