My wise old grandmother told me that it’s alright to talk to myself, but when I start to ask myself questions, and then answer those questions, I might have problems. So I learned to talk to the animals, although not quite Dr. Dolittle style.
I usually either tell them “I’ll put you on Facebook” or ask them “Do you want to be on Facebook?” Here are some of the responses:
Nope. Big Brother is watching.
Sure! I hear you get lots of LIKEs!
Facebook? Hmmmm. Not sure about that.
These four decided to take their toys and go home.
Sure! Hold on and let me show you my good side.
This guy decided to show off for the Facebook crowd.
Facebook? Please, please, please. Thank you!
Nope. We’re outta here.
Sure! Facebook likes good-looking birds!
There are always a couple who want what others don’t.
Are you one of those bird molesters?
You’re that Russel guy. I don’t trust you. I’m leaving.
In some languages “Facebook” means “water.”
Will I be the first roach on Facebook?
Will I get lots of likes?
I move that we let Russel put us on Facebook.
What is Facebook?
Sure. Let me get dressed first.