So, if you're on Facebook you may have bumped into the latest viral rage. It's called "What Would I Say" and is a Facebook app that generates automated posts by searching your Facebook account and randomly putting your words and phrases together in new combinations. The results are hilarious. Here are some of the statuses my "CherylBot" came up with yesterday. If you're not on Facebook, this will give you an idea of what I tend to share there, albeit a twisted one.
You know those onesided conversations can sell the house.
I was walking down time before the piano students come.
Packed morning and afternoon with a 9-year-old who has Obama totally unresponsive. I called the doctor.
It has become politically correct, including the hymn festival at our hotel this morning.
Caitlin, who usually takes the magazine rack at Walmart at the conclusion of the scars they left behind me.
God always behaves like us if we go to see him with accumulated AA credit card.
I have pretty hair tips.
I have subscribed to the vanity front. But never around Washington, D.C.
Carole, I am being reunited. That's a pain!
Pamela, that is Biblically inaccurate.
Wonder why Jesus doesn't seem to have been terrorized.
Survived junior high. Evan is not eating Halloween for years.
I understand the concept of those who would see fewer names than washing them. Just so everyone knows, though, I'd like to live in tents with Isaac and Jacob, heirs with him in the oven before preheating it to the pool!
Default. Failure to go to bed, oversize shower, sitting by 7:00 a.m.!
Behold, his crate last night was our first night without crying!
Phillip will bow down toward your holy temple in its totality. Isn't an option.
I have rolled back in, the chili is bubbling in his crate for his plane tickets last night and he will both lie down and Animal Farm will wait a few days of his typically petulant, petty, rude and interrupting a piano competition playing the problem that is in my absence. Everything looks on the tower, and out of time to be at feet. Late service. Ahhhhhh.
Sleep well, Homeland Security! Goodnight, NSA, FBI, EPA and that is nuts, Paul.
And now you know me better.