Some Stuff I Hate

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Just a few things that piss me off that I need to get off my back. And if you're easily offended, keep in mind that I made an effort to soften the blow by making it as funny as possible. Also, when I say "you," I'm not referring to anyone specifically. Just a general "people that this comment concerns." Oh, and all this was too long to put in one post, so I'm separating it into three. Here goes...

People who don’t see the irony in using their freedoms of speech, press, and assembly to deny others their freedoms of speech, press, and assembly.

The way that anything that’s sealed in plastic fights as hard as it can to stay sealed. It should not be so ****ing hard to open a goddamn package of goddamn cookies.

People who dress to get attention, then act like they don’t want it.

Guys who wear their pants hanging down past their asses and constantly have one hand on the waistband so it looks like they’re hauling around a giant load of shit in their underwear.

Anyone who is “keepin’ it real”, “playa hatin’”, “trippin’”, or “not tryin’ ta hear dat.”

People who think they’re vampires, or believe that vampires really exist. What is wrong with you? Vampires are IMAGINARY, just like werewolves and midgets. It doesn’t help that a vampire’s physiology makes them conveniently impossible to exist. Vampires are burned by water (don’t try to argue this, Underworld and Blade are not viable sources of mythological information). The air you’re breathing right now has water vapor in it. A vampire would slowly disintegrate from the inside out and from the outside in just by standing there. You know, vampires MIGHT have been really goddamn cool if you retards hadn’t ****ed it up. I mean, the concept is pretty badass; Immortal creatures, fangs, pale skin, red eyes, the ability to shapeshift into bats or wolves or mist, blood drinking (HUGE turn-on), night, moonlight, calm elegance concealing a visceral, predatory, starved interior, outward beauty when sated and animalistic, savage appearance when hungry… Then you cocks came along and piped vampires straight up the ass, associating them with shitty screamo music and tight pants and suicide and teenage angst and Hot Topic and Marilyn Manson and black eyeliner and sad, dark, forbidden love. **** you. I’m sticking to the classic vampires. Those guys were badasses. Taking the form of mist to slip in through an open window, reforming themselves next to someone’s bed, and then gorging on their blood. Brutal.

People who, when they hear I like Coke more than Pepsi, go “Dude, they’re the same ****in’ thing!” Well, asshole, obviously they’re NOT the same thing, or I wouldn’t like one more than the other.

People who don’t see the irony when they say “your stupid.”

People walking in front of you who absolutely refuse to move faster than a 90 year old with broken legs. Frustratingly enough, this only ever seems to happen when you’re in a cramped hallway or sidewalk with people on all sides of you and it’s impossible to go around.

People who walk around shitty neighborhoods and inner city slums with valuable items in plain sight, like iPods, jewelry, expensive headphones, ect… I’m curious. Are you TRYING to get mugged, or are you just stupid? Nobody in those areas who sees you thinks “whoah, he’s got a really expensive cellphone! What a badass!” They think “whoah, he’s got a really expensive cellphone! He must be loaded, I’m gonna go beat the shit out of him and take all his money.”

People sitting next to you who fall asleep and have an enormous dry booger stuck in one of their nostrils, so you’re sitting there for fifteen minutes hearing “*Breathe* FFFFFFFFFFFffffffffffffff………….. *Breathe* FFFFFFFFFFFFFFffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff ffffffffffff……….. *Breathe* …………………………..FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFfffffffffffff ffffffffffffffffffffffFFFFFFFfffffffffffffffffffff fffffffff…………” Pick the ****ing booger out already before I get a pair of needlenose pliers and do it for you.

People who see Underworld and then start calling werewolves “lycans.” Just stop. It’s not clever, it doesn’t sound cool, and it doesn’t make you a vampire. Werewolves are ****ing werewolves, and I doubt you know what lycanthropy even is, so just ****ing save it, asshole. What’s next? You’re going to play Morrowind and then start referring to vampires as “porphyric hemophiliacs?”

Guys with terrible chest, back, and shoulder acne who insist on taking their shirts off. Look. Everyone gets acne. We all know that it looks nasty, it can be painful, it can be messy (especially if you get those big blood boils that come with more severe forms of it), and it’s tough to get rid of. But you know what? No amount of acting like nothing is wrong with your skin will change the fact that you’re COVERED IN DISGUSTING SWOLLEN PUS BLISTERS!

The way that it’s apparently required by law for every female comedian on the planet to do jokes about dieting and losing weight. Seriously? Can you honestly not come up with something else? Something that hasn’t been done by, literally, every single comedian in your gender? This goes double for all those Mexican comedians who only joke about being Mexican, like Carlos Mencia (yes, I know he’s from Honduras, shut the **** up), George Lopez, Gabriel Iglesias, ect. And speaking of George Lopez, I ****ing hate him. He and his “MEHICO IS THE BEST COUNTRY IN THE WORLD” bullshit can go die under a ****ing sombrero that’s slathered in beans and salsa. Yup, mariachi music is the best music ever and white people only listen to country, you retarded piece of shit.

The people you have to deal with when you play a first person shooter online. For whatever reason, whenever I play Day Of Defeat or Halo or Battlefield 2 online, I’m accosted by screaming throngs of jackasses who shriek and piss and moan at me for not playing the game 18 hours a day like they do or for not having the reflexes of a ****ing machine. People who play FPS games online are all ****ing assholes. Especially on Counter Strike, Jesus ****ing Christ. “OMG U ****ING N00BLET DON’T ****ING AWP U FAG!!! OMG U ****ING COCKSUCKING FAGET, DON’T ****ING CAMP!!! I CAN’T HANDLE PLAYING A GAME THAT I’VE GOT WRAPPED AROUND MY FINGER IF THE OTHER PLAYERS ACTUALLY STAND A CHANCE!” These shitheads get all ****ing bent out of shape as soon as they ****ing HEAR the magnum sniper being fired, even if they aren’t being shot at and they’re first place in the scorings, and if they find out that it’s you using it they’ll automatically kick you from the server. Yeah, it’s a one-hit-kill weapon. Well, maybe I wouldn’t be using it if wasn’t the only way I could get kills, due to the way that you asses always seem to be able to instantly get a perfect headshot on me no matter how far away you are or what gun you’re using as soon as you see me. Don’t misunderstand me; I’m not bad at video games. In fact, I’m very, very good at video games. People who I demolish in Unreal Tournament or Armored Core or who see me kick ass in Resident Evil and Metroid know that. But seriously, is everyone who plays Counter Strike a ****ing android, or what? Because it seems like no matter who I play against, I have zero chance of even being able to squeeze off a few rounds from my AK-47 before some asshole caps me in the dome from 300 feet with a Beretta.

People who see highly improbable, very likely staged videos of rapes or murders, and immediately fly into gullible Rikki Lake attack mode. “OH MY ****ING GOD YOU INSENSITIVE ****ERS MY SISTER’S FRIEND WAS RAPED I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WOULD PUT THIS ON THE INTERNET I HOPE YOU SHITSTAINS GO TO PRISON FOR LIFE AND GET PIPED IN THE SOLDIER EVERY DAY AND THEN DIE IN THE GAS CHAMBER BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAHHHH…” Look. The “real rape” video on YouTube is not a video of a real rape. If it was, it would have been deleted by now. Also, I don’t care how many people thought Snuff 102 or August Underground were real snuff films. Do you seriously think that if they were authentic, they’d be on imdb.com and have actors listed, or that the creators wouldn’t be in prison? For ****’s sake, the frontman from Necrophagia is in one of them.

The way that things like rotten.com and August Underground and Dawn Of The Dead and Manhunt and Resident Evil don’t really scare me, but when I go on YouTube and look at the video of the anorexic Downs Syndrome chick/guy in the ballet dress dancing or that ****ing weird thing of that strange-ass song with the guy whose face is just a huge mouth gnashing its teeth to the beat, I’m ****ed up for days. And, of course, I’m only ever stupid enough to watch those videos in the dead of night, right before I go to bed, ensuring to myself a fun night of lying awake with my eyes pried open while my mind is filled with disturbed, anxious nervousness. And those times are only on the completely silent, windless, rainless nights where I can hear every little ****ing creak in the entire house.

Ebay. Awesome; I can bid for something that’s initially priced at $15 and have eight jackasses who NEED the “**** You” belt buckle outbid and outbid and outbid and outbid and bring the price up to $125 in a matter of hours.

That thing where I go into a public bathroom, go to a urinal, and start pissing, and then some other guy comes in after me, stands right next to me… And I hear this: “*Zip* Tinkle… …..SssssssssssSSSSSSSSSSSSSFSHSSSHHHHHHHHHHHSSHSHS SSSHHHHH SSSHHSSSHHHHHHHHSSHSHHHHHHHhhhhhhhssshhh…………. *Zip* *Walks out*” Seriously, is your cock a ****ing Super Soaker, or what? And why do you have to aim your stream right at the urinal cake so it sounds like someone’s pressure washing a tarp?

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Good video games that have zero replay value that you play all the way through once, then just can’t get into ever again. I just spent a half hour playing a new character in Oblivion, and I was bored the whole time. Which really sucks, because Oblivion was an awesome game and I really wanted to play it again. God Of War is the same way. You beat it once and then you can never play it again, and it’s even worse because God Of War is really short.

People who, when losing an argument online, think the best course of action is to say that I’m just trying to sound smart by using big words. “bitch please all I know ur a 40 yer old man wit a dictionary.” Right, right… So knowing how to speak is a bad thing now. Well, I beseech you dear sir or madam, suffer my profuse act of contrition for attempting to appear as an individual whose acumen was of no enigma. I prolifically lament my being intellectually astute and my extraneous usage of my profoundly monumental vocabulary and stupendous mastery of grammatical functions. I bewail the very notion that I, a gentleman who once held himself up so loftily, should neglect to utilize common ghetto lingo and jargon in place of sophisticated terminology.

Carlos Mencia. “Welcome to my show, everybeaner. As you know, I’m Carlos Menbeaner on the Beaner of Beanercia, and I’m going to make a lot of beaner jokes about beaners, in which I say ‘beaner’ a lot, and whenever I say something that might beaner piss some beaners off, I’ll raise up my beaner hands and go ‘Oh, what?!?! What?!?! Beaner!’ And then I’ll overuse beaner my infamous annoying-as-**** “dee dee dee” retard beaner impression to the point of nausea, beaner. Beaners eat anything except quail. Beaners have funny accents, and are beaners. Beaner. Beaners will work for very little money beaner, beaner. DEE DEE DEE! Beaners sell fruit on the sidewalk and work in beaner gardens. Beaners are good at climbing fences. Beaner, beaner, beaner. That’s our show, everybeaner. Make sure to tune in next beaner, because I’ll tell some more beaner jokes where I say ‘beaner’ and show off my hot wife who is not a beaner and for some reason married me even though beaner I’m a complete ****ing asswipe beaner who is absolutely beaner hideous and I make a beaner living off of being a racist shithead, beaner. Beaner. DEE DEE DEE!”

Mosh pit retards. I went to see Dethklok live recently. Good show, very loud, excellent music, and generally intelligent crowdmembers. The only stupid thing was all the skinny ****s there who were in the mosh pit and whining when people shoved them. That’s what a ****ing mosh pit is, you idiots. It’s a bunch of people listening to metal who are so overwhelmed with awesomeness and brutality that they have to start roughing each other up a bit. So while I’m in the middle of the pit, shoving and shoulder-ramming and catapulting myself backward into crowds of people, this tiny little thin pussy was bitching the whole time, yelling at us to knock that shit off and watch the show. If you want to watch the show, GET OUT OF THE PIT, DIPSHIT! After the first three or four songs, I left the pit to get my wind back and stood by the wall, and guess what? Nobody ****ed with me there! Gee, imagine that! Know your goddamn place. It’s not even like people in the mosh pit hit each other. If you’re caught punching someone, your ass will be knocked flat so fast your head will spin, and you’ll probably be tossed out of the pit. People in the pit will even help you up if you fall down or accidentally get elbowed or something. There’s a policy in the pit that you have to adhere to, and it is as follows.
The Metal Code
Thirteen Tenets of Moshing
Tenet 1: Thou shalt shove and push to thine heart’s content.
Tenet 2: If ye punch or kick another mosher, thou shalt be cast out of the pit to watch the remainder of the show in shame.
Tenet 3: If ye witness another mosher punching or kicking, thou shalt beat his stupid ass into submission.
Tenet 4: Thou shalt not wear encumbering garb while in the pit, as it inhibits thyself and others from moshing properly.
Tenet 5: If ye spill beer on another mosher, thou shalt be castrated. No exceptions.
Tenet 6: The degree and violence to which ye must mosh depends upon the heaviness of the band. For example, if ye find thyself at a Blind Guardian or Tristania show, some writhing and mild pushing is acceptable. If ye find thyself at a Moonspell or Opeth show, heavy shoving is an essential element to the pit. If, by some miracle, ye find thyself at a Strapping Young Lad or Vader show, it is unacceptable to not throw thyself into as many people as ye can with as much force as ye can muster.
Tenet 7: If ye find thyself caught unawares in the midst of a pit, though shalt wait for the song to be over before ye try to leave, as attempting to bail out in the middle of a song will simply cause bystanders to shove ye back in and tell ye to stop being such a pussyface.
Tenet 8: Thou shalt not participate in ring pits, as those are reserved only for dumbshit emo and goth kids who jump and flail about wildly without knowing how to correctly mosh. If ye attempt to join such a ring, one of aforementioned emo or goth kids’ flapping arms will bust ye in the lip, and a subculture war will begin between the emo/goth/punk kids and the metalheads/skinheads/true goths. While this is not entirely undesirable, subculture wars in the middle of a show take attention away from the band, and the Metal Code does not permit this.
Tenet 9: Thou shalt not tell moshers to stop moshing, for this will surely mean thy death.
Tenet 10: If another mosher falls, thou shalt grab his hand and pull him back into the fray.
Tenet 11: Thou shalt not attempt to crowd surf. Think about this. It’s loud, it’s violent, it’s climbing to 110 degrees, bodies are being shoved at ye from all sides, and other moshers are exerting enough energy just to not be crushed. They do not need thy sweaty, drunken, 250 pound self trying to pass over their faces. And besides, anyone who crowd surfs should expect to get a hand up their ass or in their balls at least twenty times, so it’s basically a lose-lose situation.
Tenet 12: Thou shalt not wear faggy goth Hot Topic pants while in a mosh pit, as this will surely mean thy death.
Tenet 13: If, by chance, ye encounter a girl in a mosh pit, thou shalt not treat her any differently than ye might treat a man; Meaning, thou shalt not pussy out and refuse to shove a girl just because she’s a girl. Doing so means thou art a girl thyself, and thou shalt surely be put to death.
There you have it. Obey. If you don’t follow these rules, you don’t belong in the mosh pit, and you probably don’t belong at a metal show either.

People who are trying to “teach” you about why their political affiliation is absolute truth who don’t know about fairly basic and widely-known issues. I just spent the last hour being drilled by a hardcore republican that was trying to tell me that the republican agenda will help the environment, and when I told him that Bush refused to sign the Kyoto protocol because it would hurt his investments in Exxon, he thought I was trying to change the subject.

The fact that nobody really cares or does anything when Christian terrorists blow up abortion clinics in America and kill everyone inside, and such an event doesn’t even warrant a 10-second mention on the news, but when non-American Muslim terrorists blow up other non-American Muslims in third world marketplaces 8000 miles away, we get a surge of millions of hypocritical zealots screaming for the blood of the evildoers, news stories, political talk show segments, and several full-length movies. Can we take care of the shit at home before we go parading off waving our guns into other countries, please? When a soldier shoves his M-16 up the ass of a Muslim who may or may not be a terrorist and blasts his innards into fish bait, we shrug it off and kind of ignore it and say “well, it was a Muslim, so he must have done something to deserve it.” If I saw a Christian setting the timer on a napalm bomb in the lobby of an abortion clinic and cracked him in the head with a shovel to knock him out, that would be a religious hate crime and I’d probably go to prison for several years, and then the religious community would tout this victim as a brave man fighting for Jesus who was mercilessly and brutally attacked by a terrible godless heathen for absolutely no reason. Maybe if the word “terrorist” wasn’t now synonymous with “Muslim” and the word “flawless” wasn’t synonymous with “Christian,” this wouldn’t be a problem.

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People who think they’re doing you a service by attempting to diagnose your mental state with what they learned in their high school Psychology class. “Oh, you’re so angry. Anger is unhealthy, you know. It can cause ulcers. Why don’t you ever listen to anyone else’s side of the argument? Why are you so set in your opinions? You’re a little full of yourself. Why do you stay at home so much? You should get out more. Why don’t you talk to anyone? Humans are social animals! You need to experience life in all its grandeur! Why are you always criticizing and making fun of things? That’s not very nice. People aren’t going to like you if you do that. You’re entitled to your opinion, but really, do you want people to see you as a jerk?” Look. I’m angry. I’m self-assured. I’m narcissistic. I’m a shut-in. I’m antisocial. I’m critical. I’m offensive. I’m socially repellant. And you know what? I’m fully aware of all these things. I don’t need you to tell me. These are all the reasons why I don’t have a lot of friends, but you know what? Being the way I am makes it so that only people who really want to know me become my friends. A test, if you will. And because of this, the few friends I have are very close to me and I have a much better time hanging out with them than you do with the people you call friends. And guess what else? Because I’m not continuously barraged by friends, I have much more time to do the things that I enjoy, and as an added bonus of having close friends, most of those things happen to be things my friends enjoy as well. Look. I’ve got a few highly enjoyable hobbies that occupy much of my time, one or two close friends that care about me, and the ability to vent my frustrations through a medium that causes no harm to anyone. I don’t care much about what people think of me. How about a little mental grilling of my own? Why do you feel the need to analyze my thought patterns and poke your dick into my personal life when it’s absolutely none of your business? Why do you constantly surround yourself with millions of “friends” that you don’t really know? If you’re so tolerant and accepting, then why can’t you tolerate or accept my criticism? If I’m entitled to my opinion, then what ****ing business do you have trying to persuade me into any other way of thinking? The answer: Because you’re needy, scared, weak, hyperdependant, and unable to function without the aid and support of others. Feel free to shut up.

Today, I was walking into the grocery store, and I saw a car, double parked at an angle, in a handicap zone. The door opens and I hear the regular blast of bass. This was not unusual, but then I saw the guy getting out. He was wearing the typical hundreds of gold necklaces and rings that ghetto trolls spend all their money on so they can look like they’re rich. Then, he does that retarded ghetto hobble, as though he’s got shit running down his inner thighs. Oh, and, uh… He was white. Not only is this guy an asshole for double parking, in a handicap zone no less (though ghetto rats do walk like they have broken legs, so I guess it’s okay), but he’s one of those dumbass white wannabe black guys. ATTENTION, MISPLACED WIGGERS: YOU ARE NOT BLACK. STOP PLAYING MAKE-BELIEVE. NOBODY’S BUYING IT.

People who dress in a manner that could only possibly be seen by others as goth or emo or punk, and when you call them that, they go “dude, I’m not emo. I just like the clothes.” Guess what? If you look like an emo… Wait for it… Ready? People will call you an emo. It’s true. This may come as a shock to you, but I assure you, everyone who sees your painted-on jeans, belt with the bright yellow pyramid studs, tight baby blue shirt with “COHEED AND CAMBRIA” plastered across it, checkerboard Converse shoes, lip piercing, and hair that’s cut so that a sliver one of your eyes is exposed while the rest hangs down like a curtain in front of your face thinks “emo ****.” So either accept the group you’ve chosen or get some decent ****ing clothes.

People who whine about labels as though the act of labeling someone else is the most horrible thing a human can do. Honestly, what the **** is so bad about judging things as you see them? When you come across a 1200 pound Kodiak bear and it rears back on its hind legs and lets out a bloodcurdling roar, you take it for face value and get the **** away fast. You don’t try to get to know it better to see if it was just having a bad day.

People who think they’re insulting me by saying stupid shit like “hav u ever fukked a grl under 200 pounds lolz????” Well, ****. You’ve got me there. Any attempt to come back from such a scathing insult would be an exercise in futility.

People who are actually dumb enough to get STDs. I mean… REALLY? Rolling a little rubber sock over your penis really isn’t that hard of a thing to remember to do, and when not doing so can mean getting crusty pus blisters all over your nutsack or pissing acid for a month, do you really want to take the chance?





Wheeeee! That was a mouthful. Of course, I doubt many people are going to read all of that crap, so I guess I'll just have to hope that someone had at least one or two laughs. Godspeed.

[Kittie Killuall]

People who don’t see the irony when they say “your stupid.”



i love this one

[Dr.Rockso]

Holy ****ing shit! I cant believe I read all of this O__O I like what you said about the public bathroom.

[Space Viking]

Dude, Join a Death Metal band. I believe your filled with enough hate to make a decent start!!! LOL!!!

[Stitch]

Yow. Have a Zima.

[Infr4mer]

That was a nice read.

I was once at a Napalm Death concert and there was this 400 pound body building **** who probably goes home and whacks off to UFC fights. So were all standing where the mosh is gonna open up and the guy is going on about how this is gonna be a no-bull mosh and how this is gonna be serious. I'm pretty excited, sounds like a real mosh to me. The first thing he does is tackle some kid to ground and holds him there for a good 30 seconds as the kids saying "what the **** are you doing?" So, we continue with the mosh and the guy decides to come up behind me and does some ****ing judo sweep kick on me smashing the back of my head on the floor.

And I was thinking of writing a movie about classic vampires. That is, before I write the metalheads version of Detroit Rock City.

[Aru]

LMFAO
AFTER THE FIRST FEW SENTENCES, I ALREADY F/CKING LOVE YOU

Oh shit, specially the vampire part. Ohmanohmanohmanohman.

[Aru]

People walking in front of you who absolutely refuse to move faster than a 90 year old with broken legs. Frustratingly enough, this only ever seems to happen when you’re in a cramped hallway or sidewalk with people on all sides of you and it’s impossible to go around.
I F/CKING HATE THIS
Especially because I'm incredibly inpatient, and I walk fast, so walking slow drives me up a f/cking wall. Can't stand it.


This goes double for all those Mexican comedians who only joke about being Mexican, like Carlos Mencia (yes, I know he’s from Honduras, shut the **** up), George Lopez, Gabriel Iglesias, ect. And speaking of George Lopez, I ****ing hate him. He and his “MEHICO IS THE BEST COUNTRY IN THE WORLD” bullshit can go die under a ****ing sombrero that’s slathered in beans and salsa. Yup, mariachi music is the best music ever and white people only listen to country, you retarded piece of shit.
LMFAO!!! Even though he makes me laugh, this is so true.
All of his stand up routines
MEXICANS DO THIS STUFF AND IF YOU KICK US OUT YOU'RE GOING TO BE SO F/CKED
it's like, uh, ok, idiot. Do you not realize we're kicking out the people who do NOT have an American citizenship, and NOT just because you're MEXICAN?
I mean not to be racist or anything, but all ****ing Mexicans think we're f/cking picking on Mexicans, when we're kicking out ALL of the illegal immigrants. Is it my fault that the majority of them are Mexican?
Oh, and then their excuse is
OH BUT AMERICA'S SO GREAT WHO WOULDN'T COME OVER HERE.
Yeah, I know, but earn your f/cking right to be here you f/cking cunts. This pisses me off the most, because both my grandfathers had to bust their ass to get over here. Who the f/ck do you think you are? If you and your family can't get a good education and good jobs then you don't deserve to come over here and sit on your fat f/cking ass and do the same shit you did back in Mehicano land.
What I also love is, though, when they get here, and start talking shit about America. It's like, ok, go back to your little crap-ass country and don't come back..oh wait, that's right, you won't.

....Excuse the rant. Haw haw. Hopefully no one thinks I'm racist..oh well.


Ebay. Awesome; I can bid for something that’s initially priced at $15 and have eight jackasses who NEED the “**** You” belt buckle outbid and outbid and outbid and outbid and bring the price up to $125 in a matter of hours.
LMFAO!!!
Gotta love ebay.
I hate bidding, though. I usually look for shit I want that's a buy it now before hand.

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Glad for the positive reception.

And Space Viking, I'm in a death metal band. Lead guitar and vocals.

[SuicideBlonde]

Mardu,i love what you said about the online fps games and those losers who play for 23 hours a day and then yell at you cause you dont put in enough time as them .. and i do agree with god of war being short ... accutally i agree with your whole post ... have a bannana sticker:):ban4);)

[Kittie Killuall]

i'll add some stuff i hate.

i hate people who don't understand how jobs work. here's how it goes: you get hired. the company pays you. you do what they say in exchange for money. the company uses you as a tool to get the job done, just as you use the tools the company gives you to complete the job.

i absolutely cannot stand when people refuse to do work that is put in front of them at a job.

two people where i work quit last week because they were moved to a different department. it was work that they had never done before. they were accustomed to doing the exact same thing every day, but when they were asked to do something different, they refused and quit.

some people think that, just because they've worked at a job for a very long time, that they are exempt from certain 'demeaning' jobs.

my landlord (who was formerly my boss) told me a story one time. he was being paid $15 an hour in an engineering position. one day his boss asked him to sweep the floor. my landlord threw a fit. his boss explained it to him very simply. he said 'my 16 year old son would kill to sweep the floor for $15 an hour.'

after that, my boss saw it differently and never argued about sweeping the floor agian.

[Dr.Rockso]

I has somethings to adds

****ing preps thinking theres so ****ing cool blairing there shitty (c)rap music. Now listen up you rich son of a bitchs. You may have money crawling out of your ass holes and never had to actully EARN the money but blairing rap and where a fitty/50 doesnt make you "gangsta" It makes you a wannbe wigger. So why dont you pull your head out of your ass and realize "God ****ing damn! I am just a little Rich bitch."

OH AND ANOTHER THING WHILE ON THE SUBJECT OF RICH BITCH PREPS! While you may whine and cry for what you want and get it that will get you know where when you actully have to get a job. You know I know that you know how you may act like its the end of the world if you only got a card with 30 bucks in it for your 16th birthday but you know what? When your grandma and grandad go bye bye your going to wish they we're still giving you money.

My philosphy: IF your rich dont act like a bitch. Just act like a normal regular old jack off. Or you can go around saying "OOH HUR HUR HUR IM SOOO ****ING RICH! HUR HUR HUR! I OWN A MANSION AT THE TOP OF THAT HILL! HUR HUR HUR!" and get your ass robbed.


OOH AND TEACHERS! Ok lately here teachers have been saying "blah blah blah if you dont get a High School Diploma your going to be working at Mcdonalds for the rest of your life." Well you know what back in the old days they used to call that WORK! and it still is in fact without the Mcdonalds ppl you wouldnt be getting your Big Mac's or Apple Pies. No instead you would actully have to get off your ass and cook something!


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[Kittie Killuall]

"blah blah blah if you dont get a High School Diploma your going to be working at Mcdonalds for the rest of your life."




ok but yeah, it really is in your best interest to graduate high school. or at least pass the GED.

[Aru]

ok but yeah, it really is in your best interest to graduate high school. or at least pass the GED.
True.
Even though mcdonalds is STILL WORK, there's no way in hell you could survive on a seven dollar an hour income unless you had someone else living with you that was working as well.

[Mardu Entite]

I have a few more things to add.


Drifters. You know what I mean; The retards with their huge spoilers on their cars and carbon fiber hoods and vinyl inlays on the doors and neon light bulbs around their license plates who think that being able to slide your car sideways is a skill. It wouldn’t bother me so much if I didn’t see it so often and with so many people gathered to watch this dull spectacle. Now, I’m the kind of guy who stays up late pretty much every night, usually until around 2 or 3 in the morning, and when I don’t feel like watching a movie or staring at my computer, I sometimes walk up to the grocery store near my place and get a soda. You know, to pass the time. So I’ll head up there, get a Coke from the vending machine out front, and stand there for a while, drinking my soda and enjoying the cool night air, occasionally having a chat with one of my buddies who works the night shift there. The problem is that almost every single time I do this, there are like thirty pricks who drive into the parking lot, form a crowd, and watch each other slide their cars… At three in the ****ing morning. I mean, seriously. What I do at night is pretty standard insomniac night activity. Doing tricks with your car that include loudly squealing the tires as you slip and slide across the pavement and performing super-awesome tire burnouts (which smell terrific, by the way) should absolutely not be on the list of “Things To Do When You Can’t Sleep.” Incidentally, I’ve got one of those lists in the making. It goes a little something like this:
Things To Do When You Can’t Sleep
-Masturbate.
-Read.
-Stare at the TV, and in your sleep-deprived state not really be able to understand all the flashing lights.
-Play video games.
-Light firecrackers in interesting places. Me and a friend of mine blew half the skull off of a rabbit carcass behind a high school a few days ago.
-Write. Most of what I've written thus far in my life wouldn't exist right now if it weren't for my late-night urges to vent.
-Hang out with your dog. Surprisingly, dogs seem to really love it when you come visit them in the middle of the night. Unlike people.
-Not slide your car across a deserted, no-longer-silent parking lot and think you’re a total badass for doing so.
-Eat somebody.

Optional bosses in video games that you’re informed about very early on, but that require you to enter the most deadly areas in the game to find. Example: I’ve been playing Final Fantasy XII a lot recently. I’m close to the end of the game, so I figured I’d take a break from the main storyline and try to get some better equipment, level my characters, and complete side quests. So I’ve been focusing on “hunts,” which are commissioned battles that you’re paid to engage in. Now, there are about 50 total hunts in the game. Hunt number 25, a creature called the Deathscythe, is found in the Necrohol of Nabudis, which is an optional area that has some of the game’s most powerful enemies; Enemies that, if you try to fight as soon as you’re able to accept the Deathscythe hunt, will kill your entire party in one or two attacks.

Speaking of shitty things in Final Fantasy XII… This has been mentioned by pretty much everyone who’s played the game, but for those of you out of the loop, here it is. The best weapon in the game is the Zodiac Spear. It has the highest attack power, very high speed, and very high chance to block. Basically, the thing that every player lusts after. The problem is that to get it, you have to NOT open four specific chests that you encounter early on in the game, and NOWHERE in the game does it tell you which ones they are. These chests, are, of course, displayed right in front of you, out in the open, where nobody who isn’t retarded wouldn’t think “ooh, chest. Open.” So basically, if you don’t know which ones they are, the only way to get the Zodiac Spear would be to not open any chests throughout the game, which would suck because you get a lot of really great weapons and accessories from chests. Seriously, what motive could Squaresoft have had to make so you can’t get the best weapon in the game if you do something completely natural that nobody would think twice about, without any indication of what you’re supposed to not do? Why would they put an idiotic thing like that into the game for any reason other than to infuriate the players? My party is level 50 and near the end of the game, and I already know I’ve opened all of the chests that I wasn’t supposed to. There is no way I’m restarting my game just for one weapon. It’s insulting, honestly. It’s ridiculous the kind of shit you have to go through to get the good weapons in that game. There’s one weapon, the Excalibur, that you are completely unable to get in your first playthrough of the game. If it’s your first time, the game literally does not let you get it. There’s another one, the gun Fomalhaut, that you can only get by opening a specific chest in the Henne Mines that has like a 10% chance of containing it. There’s really nothing worse than video games that make it completely mind-numbingly boring and tedious and frustrating to get good equipment. There’s really not a lot of fun in searching five different areas for several hours looking for a few specific enemies and praying to every god you can think of to make these extremely rare enemies to drop the right extremely rare item that I need to sell in order to get even the third or fourth or tenth most powerful weapons. I ****ing HATE having to resort to online walkthroughs for this kind of shit.

People who play guitar and make stupid faces while playing incredibly simple riffs. Like, I understand why Steve Vai and Joe Satriani look like they’re having orgasms when they get into these incredibly fast and complex solos that probably tear their fingertips into hamburger meat, but you’ll see guys like Dave Mustaine contorting their lips and squinting their eyes stupidly as they’re playing three power chords. Just stop. Put down the guitar and go home.

Emo kids (read: pathetic assholes who will do anything to be accepted by their stupid friends). For those of you lucky enough to be out of the circle, “emo” is that stupid trend going around where kids (normally 12-18 in age) brush their hair over one eye and dye a tiny portion of it blonde or black, dress in skin-tight clothing with factory-made rips and paint splatters on it, wear retarded box-framed dork glasses, never wash, and act like they’re depressed all the time. Emos are the reason that there is war, starvation, and poverty in the world. As if their ****ing ridiculous clothes weren’t enough, their music is awful enough to literally cause homicidal impulses. I’m not joking when I say that the last time a car of emo douches drove by me and I heard Fallout Boy blaring out the window combined with their high-pitched giggling, I wanted to jump in front of the car, put my feet through the windshield, and slice open the bellies of everyone in it, pulling all their entrails out. Hey, it wouldn’t be bad; I’d have lots of warm, snuggly guts to sleep in until the cops arrived, where they would subsequently let me go uncharged because I had done the great service of slaughtering a car full of emo kids and sleeping in their intestines. Imagine, if you can, an extremely skinny and extremely pale sixteen year old male with pants tight enough to sterilize him and a pastel red shirt that says “HAWTHORNE HEIGHTS IS FOR LOVERS.” Picture in your mind his pasty, pimply face, scrawny arms covered in a mix of semi-faded horizontal scars and thin red lines from his most recent “suicide attempts,” and visualize his eight inch long hair that has been poorly dyed to be ink-black and hangs in front of his eyes, down almost to his lips, one of which is pierced in the middle and has a black ring hanging out of it. Now, if you aren’t already in a blinding rage, imagine him speaking to you. Imagine his high-pitched, pubescent voice cracking and making you wince at its whininess as he stares at you, telling you that you shouldn’t label him or make fun of him just because of the way he dresses. Picture him looking sad and hurt as he continues to bitch, explaining that the music he listens to is actually really good and musical and of high-quality, made by musicians who care, and that you shouldn’t say bad things about the bands he likes because every one of them has fought hard to come up in the world and make it big. He tells you that your music is stupid because it’s all just pointless screaming, and why would you listen to a band if you can’t understand what the singer says? Now, I think most of you can figure out on your own what happens next, but for those of you who are struggling, this long, whining tirade that the emo **** goes on ends with you seeing nothing but a white-hot flash of fury, planting your fingers into his chest, and tearing open his ribcage, blood splattering all over you, bones and cartilage snapping and crunching and cracking, severed veins and arteries poking out of the mutilated flesh and squirting blood everywhere. The emo shrieks at you to not judge him just because he's different, but this only encourages you, and you begin to rip out his digestive organs one by one, then force-feeding them to him. You take extreme pleasure in shoving his large intestine down his thoat, as you rip it open first and then squeeze his own shit into his mouth while he tries to explain to you that emo is really deep and his hair is totally awesome. After that, you jam your index fingers into his eyes hard enough to crush them and make ocular juices dribble down his screeching face, then you pierce the brain casing, clawing at his pathetic, disgusting little mind and mangling the cerebral tissue. Then, sated, you sit the **** back down and finish your now uninterrupted cheeseburger.

Man. That was fun. More to come soon.

[Mardu Entite]

By the way, Dr Rockso, it's kind of silly to not get a high school diploma. A job at McDonald's is still work, yes, but it's shit work, and I imagine someone's life would feel much more rewarding if they graduated high school and went to college to become a doctor or a scientist or an engineer. I say save the unenviable, low-paying McJobs for high school kids looking to make a few bucks that they can waste on their senior prom.

Side note: I can't eat McDonald's anymore. For some reason, every time I go there nowadays the burgers taste like giant wads of black pepper and the fries are hard and unsalted. Wendy's is my new home. The Baconator is king.

[FoD]

Wow. That was some rant. As for drifters.... it does take skill to pull off some of the sick shit these guys do, and I applaud them for it. What you have experienced is probably a bunch of douches thinking they are drifting. Going really fast then pulling the handbrake, jerking the steering wheel, and praying you don't hit anything is not drifting. These people need to die. As for emos: well said. =D

[DethDay]

Good stuff man. I haven't even read some of this yet, then again I haven't read a majority of your rants yet.

[Stitch]

I was kind of wondering about the whole 'emo' thing. I know I'm out of the loop. Whatever.

[HELLRAISER]

well, i can sum up my hate into four words and still beat you. lol, here we go, "I HATE THE WORLD!!!" there , how was that> ? i think i summed up my anger into that one little sentance. :rolleyes:

[Dr.Rockso]

****ing COPS!
I cant stand these ****ers. Blah blah blah this is againist the law. EVERYTHING IS AGAINST THE LAW TO THESE ****ERS! YOU NEED A ****ING LICENSE TO DO ANYTHING NOW AND DAYS! AND GET THIS IS MY LOCAL AREA YOU CANT EVEN RIDE A SKATEBOARD WITHOUT GETTING A TICKET! Today I got pulled on my Dirtbike while on my way to get me some ****ing lunch. Well The ****er got me right when I pull in my buddy's lawn he pulls up in the grass with his gay little cop motorcycle and gave me a ****ing ticket for Not having a motor cycle permit....WAIT WTF! On my permit on the back its says MOTORCYCLE 6am - 6pm WTF?! Thats only one of the 3. For not having any insurance or tags on it. Well Hmm Why do you need ****ing insurance to do anything these days?

Part 2

WHY THE **** DO YOU NEED A LICENSE TO DO ANYTHING THESE DAYS! You even need a license to fish. I mean come on if I wanted to fish from my dads boat I couldnt because I DONT HAVE A LICENSE TO FISH. If I wanted to go hunting I COULDNT BECAUSE I DONT HAVE A LICENSE. If I wanted to ride my dad's Street Bike I couldnt BECAUSE I DONT HAVE A MOTORCYCLE LICENSE! I MEAN COME ON WHY CANT WE HAVE A UNIVERSAL LICENSES?!

[Infr4mer]

I know this is Mardu's thread, but I ****ing hate "gamer girls".

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