Sunday, October 10, 2010

Conversations with My Father - Pt. 7

Now I think he's messing with me.

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