By the power vested in me by Facebook, I now pronounce you unfriended and restricted. You may now kiss my butt.

My Facebook friends are like my pen collection. I have 100 but only one writes.

Parents be like β€œdon’t believe everything you see on the internet” then believe everything they see on Facebook.

Facebook: because time isn’t going to pass on it’s own.

It’s almost bed time, so I’ll just check my e-mail, Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, and watch a season of my favorite show on Netflix real quick.

Santa saw your Facebook posts. This year you’re getting a dictionary.

Facebook should just go back to being Hot or Not dot com.

People on Facebook be like β€œcan anyone tell me about a thing I can easily Google myself?”

Age is just a number that you keep off of Facebook after 35.

Facebook is like a never-ending high school reunion.

Breaking News: Jenny on Facebook is having salad for dinner tonight.

I’ve been on Facebook for so long, I remember when it all used to be farmland.

There’s no-one who can get more drunk on power than the admin of a village Facebook group.

Every day Facebook tells me I have memories and wants to show them to me. It’s like they have no appreciation for the cost or the amount of liquor I needed to erase them.

For a long time, I didn’t know what to do with my strange thoughts. Then I signed up for Facebook.

At my age, you check a friend’s Facebook page to make sure they’re still alive before wishing them a happy birthday.

I hate when an old man tries to friend me on Facebook and then I realize we went to high school together.

That moment when you’ve gone through Insta, Facebook, X and the new emails and you know you should start working now. Luckily, there’s YouTube.

These days, I only use Facebook as a birthday calendar.

Facebook friends are like pens. You may have 150, but only 5 are writing.