Liking a post I don’t understand just to impress the algorithm.

“I don’t care!”, he posted, again.

If she doesn’t post you, take her phone, go live and introduce yourself!

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

For the first time in history, you can simply post “He’s an idiot” and 90% of the world will know whom you’re talking about.

The three people who like every single one of my posts are going in my will.

The Internet is fun because you can post about banana bread and somehow end up in a fight.

Sorry, I liked your post one second after you posted it but in my defense, I’ve had my phone in my hand since 2012.

The internet is fun because you can post about mayonnaise and somehow end up in a fight.

It’s not my job to police the internet, but I just saw someone post a recipe for cauliflower cookies and reported them for harmful content.

I try not to post too much, to give everyone else a better chance at being seen.

Y’all liking my posts feels like a little forehead kiss.

I always wait 3 minutes after each post for the applause to die down.

I don’t post for money or fame, I post because there’s something seriously wrong with me.

A social media post so confusing you turn your music down to read it.

Are you in love with me yet or do I have to post another Spotify link?

Nobody seems more shocked, disappointed and dismayed than the person behind the post office counter when I arrive and say I’ve got something to post.

Every Reddit relationship post is like “My husband dropped a big piano on my head and when I emerged from the rubble my teeth had been replaced by the keys. Am I in the wrong?”

“Pre” means before, and “post” means after. Using both at the same time would be preposterous.