Friends, Romans and Dwarfs

I keep getting all kinds of unwanted friend requests in bloody MySpace. Daily I get at least one from a some unlikely sounding 22- year old (you can't tell me there are many Armenians called Carrie-Ann) who has got a digital camera and who likes to take her clothes off. Porn Bot is my guess so DENIED. Then there are the ones that start something like "you seem like a cool guy, you'll really like my music" UhOh! guaranteed that it's going to be dreadful MOR too awful even for Heart FM, so mister budding musician read the fucking profile next time - If you have never heard of the bands I listen to it's extremely unlikely that I'm going to enjoy your aural nightmares. There are the ones that fit into the truly offensive category - be my friend so I can send you shit loads of spam about my herbal weight loss pyramid selling plan under the guise of being a "wellness consultant".
And finally the other day there was a dwarf clown available for children's parties, but sadly not available for dwarf throwing - having apparently been slung around by a couple of drunks and then pissed on, which sounds like a much more reasonable sort of party entertainment. Needless to say I haven't added him to my friends list...