The President was in a state of hysteria.
THE PRESIDENT: I think I've been blocked on Facebook.
There was no time to mess around.
We had to get Andrew Holder, Facebook Detective.
ANDREW: The first thing I need you to do is calm down. The second thing I need you to do is banish all my ex-boyfriends to whatever part of Florida has the most alligators and rename it 'Loser Town.'
THE PRESIDENT: If you can help me, you can have whatever you want.
ANDREW: That's what I like to hear. Well, that and fierce belting.
Andrew got to work to find out whether or not the President had been blocked, or if his former friend had just deactivated their account.
THE PRESIDENT: Maybe the Vice-President just isn't on Facebook anymore.
ANDREW: I can't hear you because there's a crazy person talking. Oh wait, that's you. Of course he's still on Facebook. He's not in witness protection, and if he was, I could find him using nothing but mutual friends.
THE PRESIDENT: So if you're so sure--
ANDREW: We have to prove that he's still on Facebook and that he blocked you.
A few hours later...
ANDREW: Bingo. This old note you wrote--something about poverty?
THE PRESIDENT: About how we have to fight to listen to the cries of the hungry--
ANDREW: Yeah, yeah, sad face, blah blah blah--do you see this space here where you asked a question and the response was given by a man whose picture is--
THE PRESIDENT: A question mark.
ANDREW: You've been blocked, Mr. President.
The President picked up his phone and dialed.
ANDREW: Can I go now? I have an audition for the Piddly Notch Music Theatre in North Dakota.
THE PRESIDENT: I'm sorry, Andrew, but you're wrapped up in this now.
ANDREW: Wrapped up in what? Who did I make out with?
THE PRESIDENT: Hello? Yes, it's me. We're going to need a new Vice-President.
To Be Continued...
THE PRESIDENT: I think I've been blocked on Facebook.
There was no time to mess around.
We had to get Andrew Holder, Facebook Detective.
ANDREW: The first thing I need you to do is calm down. The second thing I need you to do is banish all my ex-boyfriends to whatever part of Florida has the most alligators and rename it 'Loser Town.'
THE PRESIDENT: If you can help me, you can have whatever you want.
ANDREW: That's what I like to hear. Well, that and fierce belting.
Andrew got to work to find out whether or not the President had been blocked, or if his former friend had just deactivated their account.
THE PRESIDENT: Maybe the Vice-President just isn't on Facebook anymore.
ANDREW: I can't hear you because there's a crazy person talking. Oh wait, that's you. Of course he's still on Facebook. He's not in witness protection, and if he was, I could find him using nothing but mutual friends.
THE PRESIDENT: So if you're so sure--
ANDREW: We have to prove that he's still on Facebook and that he blocked you.
A few hours later...
ANDREW: Bingo. This old note you wrote--something about poverty?
THE PRESIDENT: About how we have to fight to listen to the cries of the hungry--
ANDREW: Yeah, yeah, sad face, blah blah blah--do you see this space here where you asked a question and the response was given by a man whose picture is--
THE PRESIDENT: A question mark.
ANDREW: You've been blocked, Mr. President.
The President picked up his phone and dialed.
ANDREW: Can I go now? I have an audition for the Piddly Notch Music Theatre in North Dakota.
THE PRESIDENT: I'm sorry, Andrew, but you're wrapped up in this now.
ANDREW: Wrapped up in what? Who did I make out with?
THE PRESIDENT: Hello? Yes, it's me. We're going to need a new Vice-President.
To Be Continued...
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