We, the undersigned, hereby declare that our lives our null and void without the witty, zany updates that come from the Facebook account of our dear friend, Dino Baskovic. Please, Facebook, give us back the guilty pleasure that is reading the many inane links that Dino randomly posts to his wall for our sordid, point-and-click sensory enjoyment. Let us chat with the good chap as he so eagerly yearns for the POP! sound emitted from the bottom corner of his browser chrome. Free us to again beat his sorry behind on Lexulous, the game that should still be called Scrabulous until you folded like a cheap picnic table before Hasbro legal. Enable -- no, EMPOWER -- us to remind Dino that Tuesday is, in fact, our upcoming birthday. Unshackle his account, you toll-free phoneless, heartless corporate behemoth. He fought valiantly to restore access to his account after watching it defaced by an amateur-at-best script kiddie. He waiting patiently as you later disabled his account, presumably to get to the bottom of the the breach. But it's been over a week, and he can no longer wait, nor can we. For we are a fickle bunch with tridents for which we have no idea where said tridents originated. Just give Dino back his damn Facebook account already so he can stop crying about it. And thank you.