Paul’s Facebook has contracted a terrible virus. In his name porn is being distributed to all his “Friends”. He became aware of the problem late Friday and tried to correct it yesterday to no avail. He can’t get into his account.
Last night at Torey and David’s we told them all about it, including the first e-mail he received alerting him to the situation. A friend of all of ours, who happens to attend church with Paul and me had opened Paul’s message with her kids at the computer.
They all got an eyeful.
I’m not sure she knew what to think. It was like she wanted him to know that – in future – she would prefer to pass on the porn, as if was just another annoying (and particularly offensive) forward on Facebook. Sort of, “Some of us don’t approve of that stuff” as if Paul does! Her closing line was, “Other than that, how’s the family?”
We all started laughing at the terrible ridiculousness of Paul sending porn to all his church friends.
This morning, as we were getting ready Paul asked, “So how many people do you bet come up today at church to tell me about Facebook?”
“You hope they’re coming up to you.” I said.
He thought for a moment.
“Good point.” He said.