In my neighborhood, there is one house that leaves their grass in the street after they mow. I freakin' get a tight feeling in my stomach just thinking about it. How the fuck hard is it to clean your clippings up out of the street? If they'd look around, they'd notice that no one else is that lazy.

Then I get even madder when it rains, and I drive through their wet lawnmower puke out in the street and it sticks to my tires.

Great story :1orglaugh I know, not funny though. :Oh crap

Go buy on of these blowers I hate so much, and pay some homeless guy to blow all that grass on their porch. :)

I see that you've been to the Philippines.

I hate it when my mom walks down into the fucking basement while im fapping. LEARN TO KNOCK BITCH! FUCK.

DG Allan an I don't get along

I hate drunken posts, sometimes you think you should know better.

All this hate



...is positively entertaining. :D



One more thing I can't stand, nor can I abide by, is people who......
idiots who....
assholes that....
Ah screw it, it's too beautiful a morning, I would seriously HATE wasting it by dwelling on such negativity


So I guess I hate people who waste beautiful mornings dwellingon negativity.

Yeah, that.

People who drive 65 in the fast lane.

What is it with you fuckers? Get the mutha fuck out of the fast lane if you're not doing 80 to 90 miles an hour.

I understand what you're saying. What I said about tailgaters only applies if I'm:

1. already doing 80 on the highway, and the guy is on my ass.

2. I'm in a section of town that's notorious for cops camping out with radar guns -- and I know all the spots. So the asshole behind me probably isn't aware of the speed traps.

---and I think you just acted like dick, because I was probably talking about you. Don't be an asshole on the road. You're not more important than everyone else.

Men who fight - as in fist fights.

Real men don't fight. That kind of crap needs to be left on the playground. When two men get into a fight, the damage can costs in the tens of thousands of dollars, people can go to jail, and lawsuits will fly.

I'm forty-one years old. Nearly any twenty-five year old can kick my ass. Doesn't make you a man.

Last time I mixed it up with someone was eighteen years ago. He shot me. He was a minor, so I sued the parents. They bought me my first brand shiny sports car.

Seriously. If you can't control your temper because someone call you a name and you were unable to walk away from it, then your less of a man and have no place in society.

are you serious? I am curious because I am terrible at small talk. I don't mean to be and it makes me feel socially retarded that I can't seem to do the whole 'how's the weather?' thing. I will have conversations that go right into the thick of things and have good serious discussions about important things but I get all tripped up when just 'shootin the shit'... it is very weird