Today’s Facebook Offender comes from Mark (not sure where he is from).  He writes:

Team Struggle, I love your stupid website!  I have a friend (Song Girl) who just updates her status every day with bad song lyrics!  Why block her when I can make her famous on the Struggle Bus right?  I now only talk to her in lyrics just to show her what an idiot she is:

Song Girl:  Look at the stars, Look how they shine for you, and all the things that you do ~Coldplay

Mark:  You’z a hoe! ~Ludacris

Song Girl:  What is THAT supposed to mean?

Mark:  Look man you grown, just leave me alone, I'm in the zone, call it a night, and get stoned ~D12

Song Girl:  Huh?

Mark:  Listen close to what I say because this type of shit happens every day ~Snoop Dogg

Song Girl:  You’re a jerk Mark

Mark:  No, I’m a Playa Hater! ~Notorious B.I.G.


Team Struggle:  All respect to those who break their neck to keep their ho’s in check ~2Pac

Thanks for the submission Mark!  You’re right, our website is very stupid.  Anyone who listens or quotes Cold Play deserves to be shamed.


 

Today’s Facebook Offender comes from Mel in Cape Cod!

Team Struggle:  My sister (Skinny Chick) is one of those annoying skinny women who are always worried that she is fat.  She is very tall, very thin, and very stupid for always asking everybody if they think she is overweight.  She weighs like 90 pounds.  She will also discuss dieting with any stranger who will listen.  One day I decided to mess with her on Facebook, I posted this on her wall:

Mel:  Would everyone please stop calling my sister fat?  I know she is a chunky bitch, but come on people!  Leave her alone!!

Mel:  She just loves snacks!  Is that wrong?

Then 1000 different commenter’s blew up her wall with things like:

“Your sooo thin!” or “no one thinks your fat” or “who said those mean things?”

Skinny Chick:  I hate my sister.

Mel:  Did I prove my point?

Team Struggle:  Outstanding work Mel.  Thank you for the submission.  I love a good story of Facebook vengeance.  Your sister is officially a Facebook Offender.


 

Today’s Facebook Offender comes from Trisha in Tampa.  She writes:

Hey guys, I work with this idiot who is constantly using the word “bro”.  Bro, he uses it in every sentence.  You know what I mean bro?  He is f-ing brutal bro!  Bro, he needs to be embarrassed, so when he put this picture on his Facebook I had to send it in bro!

Also, after reading your website I am now using the term “Mouth Breather” bro.  Does this bro qualify as a Mouth Breather, bro?  Thanks bro!

Team Struggle:  Yes it does bro.


 

Today’s Facebook Offender was submitted by Jack in NY.  He writes:

Yo Struggle Bus, this is a real conversation that I had with my buddy (Embarrassed Guy) on Facebook, enjoy:

Jack:  Dude, where were you last night?

Embarrassed Guy:  My girlfriend caught me watching porn, we got into a fight.

Jack:  And you just announced this to the world on Facebook

Embarrassed Guy:  That b**** is going to tell everybody anyway!

Jack: Hahaha

Team Struggle:   Keep the porn, get a new girlfriend Embarrassed Guy!  Thanks for the submission Jack.


 

Today’s post comes from Bill in St. Pete, FL.  He writes:

Team Struggle-  I have this Facebook friend I call “Annoying Matt”.  He is one of those people that constantly has to comment on every post that anyone makes.  Instead of de-friending him, my buddies and I started a little game where we pretend we can’t see his posts (see below).  Now I think it is time for public shame!  Please make Matt a Facebook offender!  Love the site.

 
Bill:  Gentlemen- Rays game Saturday, who is in for drinking?

Friend #1:  In.

Annoying Matt:  Dude!  I’m totally there!

Bill:  Ok, so far we got friend #1 and me.  Who else?

Friend #2:  I’m in and I think friend #3 said he was in when I saw him at poker last night.  I’ll check.

Annoying Matt:  In!

Friend #3:  I’ll be there.  Friend #1 is driving, he has the new car.

Bill:  Ok, so we got 4 of us total for Saturday.  I’ll get tix.  Any suggestions?

Annoying Matt:  Bro, you have 5!  I am in!  I like infield seats.

Bill:  So 4 outfield seats it is.  It’s me, friend #1, friend #2 and friend #3.  Should be a good time.  Ferg’s afterward?

Annoying Matt:  Fine, I’ll just meet you guys there.

Friend #2:  Maybe we should go to central instead.  We’ll decide at the game.

Bill:  Sounds good.  See you boys Saturday.

Annoying Matt:  In!

 

Team Struggle:  Hahaha.  Some people just can’t take a hint.  Thanks for the submission Bill, I hope the Rays won the game you went to.


 

Today’s Facebook Offender comes from Rita in D.C.  Seems one of her Facebook comrades (Ms. Desperate)  is having a hard time making friends and needs some help.  She writes:

Team Struggle:  My friend “Ms. Desperate” posted this and I wanted to publically shame her.  I love the site!

 

Ms. Desperate:  Hey Facebook world!  I need more friends!  I keep friending people and getting ignored.  STOP IGNORING ME!!!

Rita:  Doesn’t she know that the people who ignored her can’t see that post.  She might lose the three friends she has.

Team Struggle:  Good point.  But I think she is on to something here.  I now want to walk into a bar and scream “dear everyone at this bar!  I need a free drink and some fake boobs!  I keep getting ignored!  STOP IGNORING ME!!!”

Or maybe I could walk into a bank:  “Dear bank people!  I need more money!  I keep coming here and getting ignored.  STOP IGNORING ME!!!”

Thanks for the submission Rita!


 

Today's Facebook Offender was sent in by David in St. Pete, FL.  I saved this one for today in honor of my 28th birthday.  It seems one of Dave's married friends (well call him Married Dude) became a little to excited to get laid.  Thank you Dave for the submission:

Married Dude:  Ohhhh, tomorrow is my birthday!  I'm finally going to have sex!!!

Dave:  Bro, you just announced to the world you don't f*** your wife?

Married Dude:  I never said anything about it being with my wife.  OHHHH!

Dave:  Hahahaha

Team Struggle:  Reason 1,286 not to ever get married.  But happy birthday anyway Married Dude.  You are officially a Facebook Offender.