Did you happen to find a new keyboard in one of those "boxs"?

When an adult takes the time to scan a Kindergarten class composite photo, upload it on Facebook, and tag everyone he is still "friends" with.

Especially when one of the untagged children pictured in the photo is now deceased, and is therefore unable to open a Facebook account and post on your Wall that you are a douchebag. Or make a clever comment about how the caption "I was going through some boxs my ex wife droped off. I happen to find some old pictures." clearly indicates that your literacy has not improved much since the photo was taken. Or ask why the hell someone in his early twenties is already divorced. I guess that explains why you have so much spare time, though.

POMK.

Same insults as yesteryear, now engraved on the internets forever

When you comment on your "friend's" innocent statuses with "ur fat as fuck, u can't even see ur dick", and when other kids find this so hilarious they spell out their laughter in all caps, saying it was "a good comeback". THIS dear readers, is why high school students should not be allowed on Facebook. POMK.

Lunchtime Intolerables Hour

When a certain person thinks he is being very clever by alerting his friends he will be unavailable due to "Lunchtime Consumables Hour," a phrase apparently deriving from his native language of Douche, or perhaps Welsh, which translates to, roughly, "I'm going to spend the next 35 minutes jerking myself off in the broom closet while you destroy your personal computer with cascades of vomit."

Thanks, D-bag, you just ruined my Lunchtime Consumables Hour. Someone please do something about my keyboard. And the broom closet. POMK.

Behold! The other wrong kind of English major

When you respond to friends who sent you birthday wishes on your Facebook wall by posting the most pompous status possible, sarcastically attributing your gratitude instead to "Facebook's infallible memory singly". These people meant well, so it was completely unnecessary for you to be such a dick, or to throw some hack-job rip off of T.S. Eliot's use of "you and I" in their faces. We'll see how "fondly remembered and well-wished" you are next year. POMK.

Too bad you'll be turning OLD for the rest of your life.

When I take time out of my busy day to hand-draw you an adorable, very personal, electronic birthday card and you show your appreciation by accusing me of copyright infringement. Oh wait, scratch the part about appreciation, because not once did you ever actually thank me. POMK.

I don't like being compared as these people.

When people who think they are proving they're clever are really just proving that they're idiots. You may have "just used a metaphore [sic] in which [you] compared [your] beliefs on teaching English as the honey that will attract [your] students, the bear, to literature aquisition [sic]" but before you get your English teaching credential, how about working on some spelling acquisition? And maybe on your prepositions? POMK.

He'll gladly photograph you sleeping at home, also.

When a certain person thinks he will earn the adulation of his peers for his creativity and quick wit by taking pictures of people sleeping on the train and/or taking up an extra seat during his daily commute, then posting said pictures to his "Caltrain Douchebag" photo album on Facebook. I'm sorry, there's only one douchebag on this train, and it's the dude taking pictures of strangers. POMK.