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| STUFF I HATE |
| Perhaps I ought to explain this to everybody. This is a list of stuff I hate. If you are the kind of person who actually benefitted from that explanation, then I probably hate you, too. Mostly this page is here for me because, like writing hateful limericks on bathroom walls, it allows me to vent. That way I can continue to be the nice, caring person you've come to know and love. |
| 1. I hate people who decorate their cars with stuffed animals, specifically Loony Toons or Winnie the Pooh. It is NOT attractive or cool. In fact the two words that come to mind are retarded and queer. 2. I hate the guy who can be reached at : [email protected] I hate the guy at AxonTerminal as well. (The one who threatened to subpoena me for "slandering" his band name. ) 3. I hate this dude who, while at a traffic light, decided to flick a sweet onto the hood of my car, where it left a lovely brown burn in my paint. That guy sucks. I also hate that I didn't have an oozie under my seat just then so I could jump out my window and shove it down his throat. That fucker. 4. I hate Little Amish Boys. Especially when they're really just stupid teenage girls pretending to be intellectual. And even more so when they drive the same car I do. 5. I hate it when a bunch of your friends go out and have a blast and forget to call you. Those bastards. 6. I hate it when other people eat my food. There is no excuse for this.If you didn't pay for it, then don't eat it. It's pretty fucking simple. This particularly applies to the LAST item of food. For example, say you eat one of my cookies; fine, just don't let it happen again. You eat the LAST ONE; I will fucking destroy you. 7. In the same vein, I especially hate it when you're sick and you have to get special, comforting foods like popsicles or jello, and somebody eats that! Cause then you're too weak and pathetic to even fight back, so you kind of whimper and feel sorry for yourself. 8.I hate sharing a house with men. Don't get me wrong, I love me some men, but sharing a bathroom with a creature that shaves its back is a different story. 9. I hate the fact that sometimes when I'm in a situation I can have a moment of clarity in which I will actually realize that I'm being dumb, but I am powerless to do anything about it. Like the time we burned down that field and me and Flea actually stopped and I said (out loud even) "Hmmm. Dry grass." I'm such a dipshit. 10. I hate that even when people deserve to die, because this is a "free country" or whatever, I can't take matters into my own hands and kill them myself. I mean, if everybody killed every stupid or ugly person that they felt deserved to die, the population of the earth would decline rapidly, thus supplying more food and raw materials for those of us remaining. Not to mention the fact that the few remaining would all be attractive, smart, and charming, because we'd have killed off all the losers. I swear you could probably just hang out in front of your local Wal-Mart and pick 'em of as they go in. You could single-handedly alter the gene pool in your county! 11. I hate it when snot nosed little kids come to your door selling stuff to benefit their school or their cubscout troop or whatever, and you have to decline because you don't want any of their crappy overpriced wrapping paper, and then you go sit in your den and watch t.v. and think about how dejected they must feel, and you are riddled with guilt for the rest of the evening. 12. I hate it when you're stuck at a light and somebody wants in the turn lane next to you, but you are blocking it with your car. But because they feel they will die if they don't sit in that turn lane (even while the light is red), they will risk ripping the fender off their cars with your rear bumper just to get past you. 13. I hate living in a state with a football team called "the Texans", and the most recent dinosaur discovery was named "the Alamosaurus" (this is a fact). Idiot rednecks. 14. Oh, yeah, I hate idiot rednecks. Especially truckdrivers. But I hate all truck drivers. And thanks to George Bush (the first one), the state of Texas no longer requires companies to regulate the amount of time that their truckers spend on the road. So not only are they stupid rednecks, but they're overly tired, cranky, depraved, stupid rednecks. |
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| 16. I hate men. I'm not actually a man-hating dyke or anything, but I really can't abide by men. They have this uncanny ability to present only the sweet, thoughtful side of their personalities for extended periods of time, until they find someone they like even better. Then they expose their true personalities, which are almost entirely shitty, and I look the fool for having never realized they were assholes all along. 17. I really hate it when somebody shoots an insult at me and I can't think of a comeback for a good twenty-fours hours. My standard filler comeback tends to be something like,"Yeah, well, your mom" which is so pathetic that it's just as bad as accepting the insult like the weenie I am. 18. I hate the fact that people who aren't nearly as cool as I am can grace the covers of Newsweek and People and other such magazines. I should have to knock down the papparazzi every morning as I leave for work. People should crowd my windows, desperate for a peak at my living quarters. The Enquirer should take scandalous photos of people and poorly super-impose my face onto them. And, most of all, I should definitely be bankin' it by now. 19. In light of that, I really hate the fact that all my friends who didn't go to college already make as much money as my parents, and yet for some reason I'm still stuck pushing papers for little over minimum wage, in hopes that someday I'll be able to hang a plaque over my paper-pushing desk. |
| 23. I hate sharing a house with people. Period. I am way too antisocial to put up with other people's little quirks. Why don't they just get the clue by the way I am not only ignoring them, but emmitting hostile rays in their direction, that maybe, just maybe, I don't need to be talked to. 24. I hate how the female orgasm is so elusive. Fuck that. 25. I hate the fact that I took 2 IQ tests in the same day and one said I was at high genius level and the other said I was below the population average. I was really tired when I took the second one, ok? 26. I hate the fact that any time I buy something with the hopes that it will appreciate in value it does, I just can't bare to part with it. 27. I've probably said it before, and I'll say it again. I hate those girls who went to high school and got Mustangs for their birthdays and their parents paid their Meth-snortin, lesbian orgy-havin, drunken college tuitions, as they cheat their lousy way through school. 28. I hate nasty porn. It gives nice, friendly porn a bad name. 29. I don't particularly care for the Taliban, which I probably misspelled but I don't care cause I have a habit of updating this page at 4:00 in the morning on a weekday. 30. I don't hate so much, but I am EXTREMELY jealous of the guys at theSpark.com. They have the coolest job in the history of mankind. Like if about 40 of my friends were working on this page with me, and we were highly funded and got paid oodles and oodles to do the same half-baked work. I need to start a foundation. Or a business. I think I'll auction my soul on ebay. 31. I'm training this woman at work to replace me when I move. She's vindictive and I hate her. The other day I was typing quietly at my desk, and I kept hearing this constant clicking noise in the back of my mind, like a fan that ticks with every turn. I kept trying to ignore it, until finally my eyes started twitching and then one of the veins on my forehead started involuntarily bulging out. So I turned around slowly in my chair and there she was, sitting at her desk, staring at her computer screen and CLICK- SCROLLING!!!! For those of you who are unfamiliar with this term, it is when the user positions their cursor over the scroll bar on the right of the screen, and instead of dragging the bar up and down (since, granted, she didn't have a scroll button on her mouse) she simply clicked continuously on the arrows. 32. I also hate the secretary at my office. After three years of working there she still thinks my name is Ellen, Elsie or Dianne! (As a side note to this, a month after I moved, she mailed something to my house. It was addressed to "Amelia". ) 33. I hate my brother's friends. What self respecting 30 year old would knock on somebody's window at 2:00 in the morning to ask them to come outside and talk? Have these people not heard of telephones? Not to mention the fact that every single time, without fail, it scares the living shit out of me. 34. I hate it when people find me annoying and I'm not doing it on purpose. Apparently this happens a lot, which really sucks. Cause I fucking hate annoying people and it's really too bad that I apparently am one. Not that it really matters since the kind of people I do like are geeks, gamers, and comic book store guys who lack in social skills altogether. 35. I hate just about everybody who was raised in Boulder, CO. This college town is riddled with nothing but no-bath-taking, couch-fire-starting, apathetic, glassy-eyed, hippie potheads. The people who moved here are often just as bad, with the exception of the few students, like me, who moved here unaware of the social situation in this town. 36. I hate, and I can't stress this enough, I HATE when a friend of mine makes a promise, and then breaks it at the last minute. 37. I hate the fact that I haven't been really, really sick in years, and the second I move a thousand miles away from home and a mother that would make me tea and jello, I come down with what seems to be the plague. (see #38) 38. I hate the pigeons on and around my apartment building. At first I thought they were cool cause they'd slip off the ledges, fall a couple stories, and THEN realize they could still fly. But then one crapped on my head, so now it's war. I'm going to get a potato gun and nail them with potatoes every chance I get. Plus, a few hours after I got shit on, I became really, really sick. Sicker than I have been in years. So, I decided that the bird gave me some strange bird disease, and now I have to destroy them. Not just in revenge, but also for the good of the ecosystem. 39. I hate snow. I was somehow under the impression that a. snow is always clean, b. snow isn't wet, and c. snow can be driven in. So yeah, snow sucks. 40. I hate it how your whole apartment can be empty for days, but the second you do something like pull your foot up to eye level to inspect flakey skin, everybody suddenly comes in without warning. Luckily, my roommates were neither surprised, nor offended, and we embarked on an in-depth conversation about lotions. 41. This is not really something that happens often enough to be classified as something I hate, so it's more like me bitching in general. But I just got out of a job interview, and an hour later, I realized that in the course of the interview I used the word "trustable". *Forehead smack* Not only that, but rather than just let it slide by unnoticed, I then interrupted the interview to announce that I had so horrendously misused the English language. My potential boss continued the interview with a smile, using words like "trustful" and "truster" as much as possible. I'm such an ass. 42. I hate how even things that are really good for you are absolutley horrible in excess. Like bran, for example. And chocolate. 43. I've said it before and I'll say it again. I really really REALLY hate people who get something for nothing when I'm here going to school like a good little girl and living in a shithole with no money. I hate people who don't understand that the dollar they just dropped on the ground could have bought me a taco. 44. I hate how the void which used to house my love for humanity within me must now be filled with ice cream. 45. The heater is broken in my bedroom. I used to sit on that heater and close my eyes and pretend I was in the hottub. (No, it's not broken from me sitting on it ) But now I have to shiver myself to sleep everynight because nothing ever gets fixed in my apartment complex. I hate being a student because being a student means you are to be treated like a child. -As a side note, here, someone vomited in the hallway outside my apartment right before Spring Break. The offensive mess was still there the day I moved out. 46. I hate fat people. Perhaps I've already said that. But if you're fat, I'm sorry, you suck. Particularly if everytime you come into my home you throw your hands up like a fairy and shreik "Oooh! Oreos!" and then eat my roommates' oreos. To add insult to injury, you then blame it on me. Fatty. 47. I hate certain groups of people. Not like, whole races or religions or anything. But there are some people that can be lumped together under one heading. And they always hate me for who I am, but I'm not allowed to say that I hate them right back. That's fucked up right there. 48. I hate how, no matter what, you gag when you brush your tongue. You have to do it, it's hygeinic. But every single time I do it, I gag loudly and my roommates laugh at me. But it's cool cause now I've moved, and my new roommates gag when they brush their tongues, too. 49. I hate being too drunk to sleep. It's been awhile for me, but if you've ever been there, you know what I'm talking about, and it's cool for all of 2 seconds until you realize you're so damn tired you'd feel like throwing up even if you didn't have a quart of liquor in your belly. 50. Perhaps I've already listed this, but my pet peeve is when I walk into a store like Autozone or Checkers and ask for say, an oil filter, they always smile and laugh as though I'm such a cute little kid asking for car parts. This one time I went into an Autozone in Houston, and these Hispanic guys were laughing and speaking Spanish to each other and tossing parts around making fun of me. I wanted to kick their dirty asses. 51. In light of that last slightly racist comment, I'd like to add that while I don't judge people because of their color or anything like that, if you fail to bathe, ride around in the back of a pickup truck with 20 other filthy men, and or yell obscenities at underage girls in a ridiculous attempt to flirt, then I can only hope that you choke on a burrito and die a horrible grotesque death. 52. I hate how addictive sex is. Not that I'm a nympho or anything like that, but there are times when I could use better judgement. I can't decide whether I actually feel guilty about my decisions or if I feel sad that society looks down upon some of them. It should be socially acceptable to sleep with a guy you just met just because he drives a beamer and is well endowed. Not that I've ever done that, but it should be ok if I did. 53. Now I know all kinds of people are going to want to shoot me for saying this, but I kinda wish they hadn't outlawed slavery. I mean, yeah, enslaving a whole race of people is wrong. OK, so maybe slavery isn't the answer. Let's call it indentured servitude. I would like to have people as pets. Not specifically based on race, but perhaps based on gender. Again, not that I'd enslave all the men. I'd still rather have most of the men free. But I'd like to have maybe 3 to 5 men of my very own. And I'm not talking about polygamy. I mean, I want to have a man who's sole job is to give me foot rubs, or he doesn't get paid. I want another guy for backrubs. And I want still another just to follow me around and open jars and reach tall things for me. But I wouldn't want them to be able to quit their jobs, should I be unjust or overly demanding. This is why I need to be the dictator of my own country, just so I can legalize necessities like this. 54. I hate people who honestly believe that they are inherently better than animals. Granted, I have the ability to crush that bug munching on my ferns, and yes, if the bird isn't smart enough to fly out of the street I'll run it over. But to say that I'm better than those things? That's mighty presumptuous. 55. I hate, I can't stress this enough, I hate dishonesty. There's no reason for anybody to ever withhold information from me. I'm that understanding. But people still seem to think they'd be better off lying to me. 56. I hate when you have a massive accident or something and people won't tell you how bad your injuries are. What's up with that? Like this one time I went to a waterpark, stepped off a water slide and landed flat on my back on the pavement. When I stood up, two of my friends were standing behind me, and their faces got really serious. I was like "What's wrong guys? " And they were like,"Nothing". So I went on walking. After a while, I felt something warm on my hands and looked down to see that both of my elbows were split open like tacos and were gushing blood all over me. Thanks for your help, guys. 57. I hate how I never have the balls to actually end a relationship, even when it obviously needs to be ended. Half the time I wait till they break up with me even when I'm totally unhappy. 58. I hate people who use the word "guesstimate". I also hate people who use the word "Gal". And people who pronounce the T in often. 59. I hate when your exes are so comfortable being friends with you that they don't think twice about mentioning how a girl is "too beautiful" to have sex with. That's funny. You didn't have any trouble screwing me. Prick. 60. I hate when you've just washed your hands and it's snowing out and you run out the door in a hurry and your hand freezes to the doorknob. Because instinctively, instead of breathing or spitting on your hand to defrost it, you jerk it away immediately, effectively taking several layers of skin with it. 61. I hate broody, angsty teenagers. Not that I never was one, but I didn't feel compelled to share my wisdom with the world. Yes, I started a website, but I never tried to post unsolicited pearls of teenaged wisdom in people's guestbooks. I never put a gun to your head and made you look at this site. In fact, it's as if you were snooping in my diary. So if I ever wanted the opinion of children, believe me, I'd personally email all the high schools in the nation with a link to my site. Otherwise, leave me the hell alone. 62. Yes I know I misspelled uzi. And mogul. I wish I'd kept track of how many people have told me that, it'd be an impressive number. I don't really hate you for telling me about it. In fact, I find it kind of amusing. I also kinda like it when people ask me specific questions about this site. Like whether I've sold my soul on eBay. I don't even remember saying that. Today is the first day since I started this page that I've read the whole thing through. I almost went blind, too. This is some shitty font, huh? 63. It's not that I hate clothes, per say, but there should be some way of knowing before even the first date whether you're ever going to want to get in the sack with a guy. Clothing prevents this sort of useful knowledge. Another, socially unacceptable, way of finding out ahead of time is to straight up ask how well a guy is endowed. But first of all, what guy is going to say "Oh, I'm on the small side"? So when men spurn women for leading them on for all those dates only to turn up their noses and stop returning their calls, NOW YOU KNOW WHY. That's just a waste of my time. 64. I hate when somebody else uses your shower and when they're done they turn the water off but not the shower part. That way, when you go to let the water run to warm up, freezing cold water rains down upon you. 65. I have now moved offices 5 times since I've started my current job. Granted, feeding your officemate whoppers from across the room and playing battleship is probably grounds for being moved. But since then I've learned and the past 2 moves were, in my opinion, completely unneccessary. I am presently sharing an office with a leviathin who reaks of hamburgers, cigarettes and feet. I'm thinking of buying a red swingline stapler and burning down the building. 66. I really hate talking to guys sometimes. For the most part, I guess I'd rather talk to guys than girls. Cause, well, you know how girls are. Do I really have to tell you? I'm just glad I'm not a guy cause I couldn't put up with women. But the point is, there is always a time when they can't shut up about sex. Now don't get me wrong, I like talking about sex. But I dislike talking about sex WITH the person you're talking to when you're not into them. Yeah, beating around the bush gets real old real fast. 67. I hate that this list is now so long and been going on for so many years I'm probably repeating myself. And I'll know it, because ten bajillion people will email me to let me know. 68. I hate cigarettes. Those bastards. How can you want something so badly after not having had it for years? And why does something so good have to be so bad for you? And why is it that even if you like the taste you hate the smell? And why did Camel have to start producing all these nifty new flavoured and extra smooth cigarettes after I quit? 69. I hate how even if I could/can do better than slimeballs and scumbags, all the good guys are taken. And in the rare event that I do meet a good guy, being a good guy he usually doesn't make a move. And because I'm always convinced that nobody has a crush on me, I never make a move. It's like how you never have to put the fire out when you go camping, cause it just burns itself out eventually. 70. I hate when I'm busting my ass at my job and other people, my favorite people from the office, are moving on to bigger and better things. 71. I hate this bitch I work with. With the intense burning fire of molten lead, I hate this woman. She just started a few months ago and she's been a complete bitch to me ever since. Plus she wears turquoise. Like, old lady tapered leg turquoise jeans. And her ass looks like it fell off so she just stuck it back on in the front so she could keep an eye on it. She's the ugliest bitch I've ever seen. My coworkers have been calling her BIF, which stands for Butt In Front. I have been privately calling her Jabba the Slut, but apparently my little pet name leaked out somehow. So now she hates me even more and now she's got this following of people who think I'm horrible because I call her that. Then I have this other bunch of people who thinks it's hilarious and are calling her Jabba the Slut now, which only makes her little group hate me more. It's really petty and it pretty much epitomizes what I hate about people in general. 72. I hate how as soon as I go on a diet they come out with all these new candy bars and stuff. Just in time for Valentine's day. Fear not, my fellow Peeps fans! At the rate I'm going, I will have lost enough weight by Easter to easily justify scarfing a box of marshmellow chickens. Actually, the chickens are cuter, but I swear the pink bunnies taste better somehow. Pink foods generally taste better than other foods, as long as you're not talking about meat. 73. In case I haven't mentioned it, I don't really hate all the ex-boyfriends listed on this page. In fact, I don't actually hate any body listed on this page. Many of them drive me nuts, and I really can't stand them, but generally if they were to say, die of spinal meningitis, I'd kinda feel bad. With the exception of one guy. Ben, Mr. "My ass cheeks form a chasm instead of a crack." Yeah, he sucks big time and I hope he dies a horrible death. I've heard that if you accidentally ingest powdered glass in your food you die the most painful death imaginable as the lining of your intestines slowly bleed into your bowel movements. Yeah, I hope that happens to him. 74. I also hate it when somebody you dislike points out something you already know but don't want to admit. Like how my roommates suck. Yeah they do, but I can't afford to move out yet, so don't rub it in my face. I'll let YOU know how much they suck, cause you're not the one who has to live with it. 75. I hate my boss. He has this unique ability to manipulate people, especially me. The other day I asked him a question, and he answered it with the same question rephrased. I then tried to explain my question further, at which point he blew up at me for asking "stupid questions". I walked sullenly back to my desk, sat down and thought about it for a moment, and then realized that he had somehow made me feel bad for asking a question he didn't understand. I marvelled at his power. Somehow, even though he was the one who didn't understand the question, it was my fault for being an idiot. 76. I don't know if I've mentioned this yet, and if I have well, this page is about 4 years old now, I'm bound to repeat myself occasionally. Anyway, I really dislike men who wear denim jackets. I haven't seen any guy pull it off. Usually the denim is accompanied with a mullet, or tapered-leg paint-splattered jeans. 77. Did I mention that I hate the word "nucular"? It's NUCLEAR you morons! I also really hate when people use a word incorrectly, even after being corrected. 78. I hate my own hormones. I've been on birth control since the dawn of time because my hormones have been out of wack for so long. But now that they've put me on the wimpiest version of the pill I'm having all kinds of weird problems only pregnant women should have. Like crying at Silvan Learning Center commercials, for example. 79. I really hate how women are stuck on this " I never poop" thing. Cause they usually try and convince you that they never poop when you walk into the bathroom and need to use it and there's only one stall and there's already a woman in there....pooping. So to uphold the image that women don't poop, even to other women, whoever is in there automatically pulls this deer in the headlights stunt and completely freezes. They don't try and finish up, pinch it off, nothing. Occasionally they'll blow their nose on toilet paper or something as a signal that they intend to take their sweet time in there. Meanwhile I'm crossing my legs AND holding my nose because I know damn well they've been pooping (like you could fool anybody) and I have to pee. 80. Dude, I used to work with this guy who totally sucked. I don't blame him, cause I'm pretty sure he was like, living under a bridge or something. But his hygeine left something to be desired. He had this crazy beard with matching poofy ass hair and little bitty black teeth. His teeth are the worst cause they remind me of all those documentaries on Discovery Health Channel where they remove tumors and the tumors have their own teeth but they're not normal teeth, they're all small and black and malformed. Yeah, that's this guy's teeth. He's got tumor teeth. Anyway, the real reason I can't stand him is because he acts creepy. Like, when he needs to ask a question, he'll just turn around and stare at me till I notice. Or sometimes he'll like, smack his lips real loud a bunch of times, which sounds to me like a dying person in a nursing home gasping for their last drink of water. Usually, when he did this, I'd just turn around in my seat real quick so that my back was to him. Or I'd pretend to be reading an email or something. Then he would just say "UM" really loud. That kinda pissed me off. Sometimes, if I was on the phone, he would write out a little note on a post-it and slide it over to my desk, since he sat in the cube right next to me. Even though we all use inner office email to talk. The best part, was how he would talk sooooooo slow that I wanted to jump on his shoulders and pummel his head and scream "JUST SAY IT ALREADY!!!!" Yeah, I'm really glad I don't work there anymore. 81. I hate it when people see something you obviously enjoy, like if you have pictures of your pets on your desk, for example, and they think a good way to start a conversation about it is to say that ferrets are stinky rodents. (They are not rodents, by the way) That's like coming up to their desk and seeing pictures of their kids and saying, "Wow, I hate kids. Yours are especially ugly. All children smell and piss and shit all the time. " Or if you're reading Harry Potter and someone starts going into a religiously biased discussion on why Harry Potter sucks. Some people have seriously no clue what they sound like, do they? 82. On that last note, and I'll probably seriously get some flack for this, but I'm kinda tired of there being so many Christians around. Well, not Christians in general. But you know, those kinds of Christians. The ones where you have to tiptoe all your conversations around certain things lest you upset them. I can get along with those people, but you can only say so much about the weather. And if they so much as see you reading an article in Newsweek about how Mister Dubyah would like us to all learn Creationism or whatever in the schools, well you just can't be friends anymore. I don't NOT like them just because I think they're wrong. They beleive I'm going to hell because I beleive no one is. I just don't get those people. 83. I SERIOUSLY hate being a doormat. I hate when people call me just to vent their problems and not listen to mine. Or even better, when I do mention something that deeply hurts me, they go into some story about how wonderfully something is going in their life. For example, if I were to mention that, several years back, I broke my spine, was more or less cheated on by my boyfriend, and was left alone in a state where I knew no one and had only 2 weasels to keep me company, that would NOT be an opportune time to go into this gushy sweet story about how you think you might marry the guy you have a restraining order against. And if every single phone call from a person is about the same damn thing over and over that they claim pisses them off so much it makes them insane, why don't they take a hint and change the situation? I'm not a fucking therapist. I don't get paid for this shit. In return for listening to your "I can't live without dysfunction" bullshit, the only thing I ask is that, like a real friend, you listen if I've got something to say instead of playing video games while I talk. Or, to quote FightClub, you're just waiting for your turn to talk again. Get your own damn webpage and vent your shit there. And if you don't care, the worst thing you could do is pretend to. 84. There are way too many shitty people in this world. Take responsibility for your actions. If you like being miserable, don't force it upon other people. Make the world a better place. Read some self help books. Do a nice thing once a day. Greet a stranger. Compliment somebody. Or go fucking shoot yourself if you want to continue to be worthless. (But make sure somebody finds your body quick before your rotten ass corpse ruins another persons day!) 85. I really hate how milk only comes in the lamest percentages. Like 1% or 2%. Does it really make a huge different if you get fat free, 1% or 2% milk? They all get stinky within the first week, no matter how cold it is in your fridge. Why can't they have a good percentage, like 50% milk? Or 75%? 86. Sometimes I really hate men. I'm sure I'd hate women if I happened to be dating a woman, but it's men. They can be so retarded. 87. I hate Ian's job. He makes $50,000 a year to play lazer tag and go sledding on Fridays. THEN he has the audacity to say he's tired. TIRED! Of course. All that fun can really wear you out. Whereas being yelled at all day on the phone leaves you perky and wanting sex. |
| 20. I hate fags who dress up like their favorite movie/cartoon/storybook characters and then go out in public. (see photo) Why would anyone do such a thing? Incidentally, dressing up like Darth Maul and poking strangers with your light saber is a perfectly acceptable way to spend a week night. 21. I hate nerdy prepubescent kids turned mopey goth teen. All they ever do is drink coffee and suck down cigarettes like heroine and pick the loose strings on their fishnets. 22. I hate forwards. I hate spam. I hate people who try and sell you shit after they promise you free stuff. |
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| 15. See picture. I should've gone through with it. Then I could have continued on to fulfill my wish from #10 above. (Incidentally, check out that arm flab! I hate that shit, too) |
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