First off, let me thank you very much for tagging me in your photo.
Small thing, though – I’m not in that fucking photo. I don’t actually see my face anywhere in that photo of your baby, your new car or your motherfucking lunch.
Tagging me in your flyer won’t make me come to your event. In fact, tagging me in your flyer will piss me off so much, I probably won’t come to your goddamn event because you tagged me in the fucking flyer.
I don’t care why you tagged me in your photo. It really doesn’t matter, at all.
What matters is that I’m not in your fucking photo, so please don’t tag me in your photo. Ever.
P.S. I love you.