Dad: Hey, will you make me a Facebook?Me: What? Why? You don't have a computer.
Dad: I know, but you could give me updates from people and then tell them what I'm up to.Me: . . .
Dad: Everyone keeps asking me if I have a Facebook and I tell them I don't, but that you do, so they said you could make me one.
Me: Well, that's true, I COULD make you one, but you wouldn't be able to use it because you don't have a computer.
Dad: I KNOW, LAINEY, but YOU have a computer.Me: I don't understand. Do you want me to bring my computer over?
Dad: *sigh* No. I want you to make me a Facebook.Me: . . .
Dad: Just make me a Facebook and then tell me what people say.Me: WHAT PEOPLE? I can't just MAKE you a Facebook and people will magically appear!
Dad: Yes, they will. They'll see that I have a Facebook and then they'll friend me.Me: Do you even know what "friend me" means?
Dad: Yes, Lainey, I'm not retarded. They'll be on my friends list and I can see what they're doing.Me: But YOU won't be able to see what they're doing, because you don't have a computer!
Dad: But YOU do!Me: I swear to god, I'm gonna' punch whoever told you to get on Facebook. Just CALL people if you want to know what they're up to.
Dad: That's SO 2005