Dr Dave Watt from the Skopje University of Modern Farmville told Stinky Ponky "The breakthrough came last Wednesday just after Rob, our research student, joined the group 'I LOL'd so much when I saw this picture that a little bit of REAL LAUGHTER came out!!!!!!!!!' while he was waiting for his crop of strawberries to grow. He stood up to go to the toilet, but he'd only taken two steps when he stopped dead and a look of abject horror appeared on his face. I asked him what on earth could be the matter, but he just made a tiny noise, and that's when his penis fell out of the leg of his jeans and rolled under the water cooler.

"As Rob had been on Facebook it was immediately clear what had caused the knob loss. Upon investigation we discovered that Rob had syphilis, and it doesn't take a genius to work out it was caused by using Facebook too much, as Rob had been on it virtually constantly since returning from his gap year in Thailand. This was a side effect we hadn't really foreseen, although it did explain the hideous deformity, open sores, partial blindness and intermittent bouts of stark raving insanity. We had thought it was man flu, but in retrospect it was almost certainly the syphilis."

As a result of the research historians are now re-examining old cases of syphilis, the most famous being that of Henry VIII. Professor Thomas Cranmer from the Museum of Old Things said "As King Henry was the founder of the original Facebooke we always knew he spent a lot of time on it. He was always sketching his latest crops in Farmeville. After looking through the first three volumes of the original copies of Ye Facebooke we can see many entries from both Henry and his sixth wife Catherine Parr.

"In fact if you look here you can see that Catherine has updated her status to say 'Catherine Parr is feeling righte horney todaye' and Henry has sketched a thumbs up underneath. But then, further down the page after some 'starre signe' updates, Henry writes 'Oh fucke, mine knobbe hath just fallene righte offe and rolled beneathe ye garderobe.'

"Below Catherine comments; 'That hath fuck'd it.'"