Yesterday I tried to be funny by searching for a picture of a **** tattoo to post in reply to the Jimmy Bullard tat on an arse post. In the end I couldn’t find a picture that had a big enough **** tattoo. This morning my Facebook page is full of adverts for sex aids, latex dolls and lubricants. So I decided that I would start deleting and blocking ads. For ****s sake, if the security services, social services and Police ever looked at my profile after seeing what Facebook thinks my interests are I am done for. My interests make me look like a terrorist. An hour spent changing preferences and I thought I would go back and have a look. So now Facebook is full of adverts for gambling, will writing, and funeral services!
I had a work colleague who measured the particle size of various things using a laser. There are standards you can buy to calibrate your measurements called "latex beads". He nearly got thrown off the University server when he performed a Google search for them. I will leave to your imagination what he got.
It’s hard not too when the scuba diving group I dive with is based on Facebook! We have 115 members and only use Facebook to organise dives and events. It is a great media tool, but internet advertising is grim
I've never been a fan of Facebook, but this morning I was on a Willerby/Kirkella/Anlaby group page and came across my old golfing partner from my Springhead days I hadn't seen or heard of for 40 years. It was great to catch up with him.