F'ed in the B
You're so lost in FaceBook you forget to eat, breathe, or maybe even live. You're just a face in the crowd of posts and likes.
I didn’t eat dinner because I was too busy liking my uncle’s cat’s new haircut.
I posted a selfie and now I’m waiting for my face to get a standing ovation.
I skipped my job to post a status. My boss is mad. My face is happy.