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I *hate* people that complain about decaf. Yeah, it's not great, but it's not THAT bad! Christ, making a whole website so you can moan about decaf is taking it a bit too far. It's just coffee.
And those people that always come up to you in the street. Damn hippies.
"Save the monkeys in Uganda"
"Save the Walrus' in Antarctica"
"Save the American gigolo"
Do you get off on this stuff? Oh, let's go prey on random people in the street. Great.
And then there're those people that decide to publicly express their "feelings towards Mother Nature". IT DIED OUT IN THE 60's, MONG! Yey, let's go au natural in the park. I swear, you just need one little kid feeding the ducks at the wrong time, and WHAM! Scarred for life.
What about those people who ring you up, even when you're not listed in the directory? What do they do, hunt in your rubbish bins *looking* for phone numbers? You only need one to find your number and that's it. It spreads through the poorly-educated, under-funded fabricated buildings home to morons that insist on practicing their phone-answering skills on the bus. Fan-bloody-tastic.
Argh! And those people that always feel the need to comment on your appearance. Who are you, my Grandma?
"He's so tall"
"What the hell did you do to your hair?"
"Ah, I see, he's gone into the Kevin the teenager stage"
WHAT THE HELL? Kevin the teenager stage? I'm friggin' less moody and temperamental than you, muppet. Christ, it's like they're trying to bait me. "Go on, insult, me. You know you want to". I swear, one day I will.
Then last week my Mum decides we should have some big family barbeque at our house. Oh, magic. Three hours cooking food, another hour talking to some rat-faced kid that "Likes to talk about science" and then the rest of the time I'll leave to fate. One things for sure, I'm not doing ANY of that without a drink. I remember the last 'family' barbeque. We noticed a weird smell emanating from the kitchen after everyone had left. Someone had left a little present. And it wasn't my dogs.
I blame the rat-faced kid. I swear, I'll get him. He deserves to be smacked round the face with a shovel several-thousand times. I mean, what is he, an emotionally scarred monkey that craps everywhere? Idiot.
And then you get those 'helpful' shop assistants.
"Hi, erm, can you tell me where to find the charcoal?"
"If ye can't see it, we ain't got it"
"What? But it says on the door..."
"WE AIN'T GOT IT, RIGHT?"
"WELL WHAT THE HELL IS THAT DOWN BY YOUR FEET, MORON?"
"Oh yeah…"
I hate people.
And those people that always come up to you in the street. Damn hippies.
"Save the monkeys in Uganda"
"Save the Walrus' in Antarctica"
"Save the American gigolo"
Do you get off on this stuff? Oh, let's go prey on random people in the street. Great.
And then there're those people that decide to publicly express their "feelings towards Mother Nature". IT DIED OUT IN THE 60's, MONG! Yey, let's go au natural in the park. I swear, you just need one little kid feeding the ducks at the wrong time, and WHAM! Scarred for life.
What about those people who ring you up, even when you're not listed in the directory? What do they do, hunt in your rubbish bins *looking* for phone numbers? You only need one to find your number and that's it. It spreads through the poorly-educated, under-funded fabricated buildings home to morons that insist on practicing their phone-answering skills on the bus. Fan-bloody-tastic.
Argh! And those people that always feel the need to comment on your appearance. Who are you, my Grandma?
"He's so tall"
"What the hell did you do to your hair?"
"Ah, I see, he's gone into the Kevin the teenager stage"
WHAT THE HELL? Kevin the teenager stage? I'm friggin' less moody and temperamental than you, muppet. Christ, it's like they're trying to bait me. "Go on, insult, me. You know you want to". I swear, one day I will.
Then last week my Mum decides we should have some big family barbeque at our house. Oh, magic. Three hours cooking food, another hour talking to some rat-faced kid that "Likes to talk about science" and then the rest of the time I'll leave to fate. One things for sure, I'm not doing ANY of that without a drink. I remember the last 'family' barbeque. We noticed a weird smell emanating from the kitchen after everyone had left. Someone had left a little present. And it wasn't my dogs.
I blame the rat-faced kid. I swear, I'll get him. He deserves to be smacked round the face with a shovel several-thousand times. I mean, what is he, an emotionally scarred monkey that craps everywhere? Idiot.
And then you get those 'helpful' shop assistants.
"Hi, erm, can you tell me where to find the charcoal?"
"If ye can't see it, we ain't got it"
"What? But it says on the door..."
"WE AIN'T GOT IT, RIGHT?"
"WELL WHAT THE HELL IS THAT DOWN BY YOUR FEET, MORON?"
"Oh yeah…"
I hate people.
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"Save the American gigolo" haha, Richard Gere, the Buddhist.
Hah, I remember that. He gained loads of respect from it.
It was quite nicely done.
It was quite nicely done.
I love this rant.
Almost as good as Meka's 'I'm better than you all' rant.
Almost as good as Meka's 'I'm better than you all' rant.
Oranges wrote:
> Azul wrote:
> Something wrong with that sentence.
> :-D
>
> It's either ironic or hypocritical.
Ironic indeed. Though, to be honest, it wasn't intended.
> Azul wrote:
> Something wrong with that sentence.
> :-D
>
> It's either ironic or hypocritical.
Ironic indeed. Though, to be honest, it wasn't intended.
Yes, it will be greatness.
"Three hours cooking food, another hour talking to some rat-faced kid that "Likes to talk about science" "
Laughing time commences.
I'm glad to see you venting your rage shipseh, let's just hope you have some left over for after the exams.
I am saving up all my rage. You wait until the outburst. Just you wait.
Laughing time commences.
I'm glad to see you venting your rage shipseh, let's just hope you have some left over for after the exams.
I am saving up all my rage. You wait until the outburst. Just you wait.
Azul wrote:
> Something wrong with that sentence.
> :-D
It's either ironic or hypocritical.
Still damn right funny, however.
> Something wrong with that sentence.
> :-D
It's either ironic or hypocritical.
Still damn right funny, however.
It was written in the style it might be spoken?
"I'm friggin' less moody and temperamental than you, muppet."
....
Something wrong with that sentence.
:-D
....
Something wrong with that sentence.
:-D
Wobby Sumo we need your Anger Management forum again!
he he
he he
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