So, beyond my better judgment, I decide to login to my MySpace page to see what’s going on.  Oh look–I have a message.  Here’s the little, short and sweet gem right here:

Whatup gangsta. How u doin? cute pic. Holla at me sometime.  Im Corey……. yur name is?

Riiiiight.  First of all…the “Whatup gangsta” greeting kind of concerns me.  Is this Fiddy messaging me under a top secret name?  Perhaps…but I am also no where NEAR gangsta.  So, strike 1.  Next, we have the “cute pic” fragment, which totally disregards capitalization and any meaning whatsoever.  Cute?  No shit.  Strike 2.  The last and most offensive sentence closes out the “email,” if you can call it that:  “Im Corey…..yur name is?”  Wow dude, I really hadn’t figured out that your name is Corey or that’s what you call yourself, being that it’s the name on your profile.  Thanks for that, because I would have never known, and now I am a better person for knowing the essence that is Corey.  Hoo-fucking-ray.  And here’s the part that made me cringe: YUR.  What. The. Hell. Is. Yur?  Who spells it like that, even on email?!?!  This makes me believe that he actually can’t spell the word “your.”  I’m concerned and am considering buying this guy Hooked on Phonics.  Oh well, at least it wasn’t “you’re.”  Strike 3–Corey, get the fuck out.  Jesus, I hate MySpace.



2 Responses to “MySpace Douche of the Week”  

  1. 1 Kareem

    reason number bajillion you need not be on myspace. exhibit A: Corey. I rest my case.

  2. 2 David

    Crying laughing over here.


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