I came here, looking for a way to ease the boredom. Now I'm hooked. There is something nauseating about this site that keeps me coming back anyway. It's dumb, impersonal, sleezy,and I think it gave me a virus. Yet, here I am... just me, some slack-jawed yokels (love all the NASCAR-themed lounges), and girls selling soft-core porn for game points. I tried to get a friend to join... and she ran after the first 20 minutes. I guess only some people have the stomach for it.
So... with all that negative stuff, why am I here? I like it. I get drawn in. I like to read photo-comments. I like to post stupid blogs like this. I like being around a bunch of strangers whom I could care less about, and who could care less about me. In anonymity, there is freedom.
My browser has been hijacked to take me here before (it's so considerate of the Fubar people), but I never bothered to sign up. Instead, I only cursed them for it (poor ignorant me). Now I thank the Fubar folks for showing me the light. Fubar, I love you.