Very, very few things make me truly angry. Irritated, mad, sure. But I'm rarely overcome with the urge to do physical violence to the first thing I can get my hands on.

My browser's home page is set to Yahoo.com. When I first open a browser window, I'll click on the address bar and start entering a website before Yahoo! finishes loading. When I'm halfway into the address, the page finishes loading, making the cursor automatically jump to the search box. I enter the other half into the search box, hit enter, and it searches for the fraction of the website. It makes me furious. Every time it happens, for a split second, I want to break my fucking keyboard over my head while I foam at the mouth.

You all got anything like that?

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People that clip their fingernails on the Metro.

MrMephisto Wrote:
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> Very, very few things make me truly angry.
> Irritated, mad, sure. But I'm rarely overcome
> with the urge to do physical violence to the first
> thing I can get my hands on.
>
> My browser's home page is set to Yahoo.com. When
> I first open a browser window, I'll click on the
> address bar and start entering a website before
> Yahoo! finishes loading. When I'm halfway into
> the address, the page finishes loading, making the
> cursor automatically jump to the search box. I
> enter the other half into the search box, hit
> enter, and it searches for the fraction of the
> website. It makes me furious. Every time it
> happens, for a split second, I want to break my
> fucking keyboard over my head while I foam at the
> mouth.
>
> You all got anything like that?


Controlling are we?

When I lean over to wash my hands, sometimes my legs will press up against the counter top... sometimes it will happen right at the waist...

I get so fucking angry when there is water just sitting there on the counter top, creating an unsightly, and unsanitary, wet splotch on my pants, my shirt, or both...

You know what I mean?

Signatures are for fags

some fucker in my last apartment put stickem pads on the cabinet doors and attached pads so they wouldnt slam. Well the pads fell off but the stickem remains. When I went to open the cabinet door it would start to open but then stick to the cabinet and my hand would fly off the handle making me have to YANK THE FUCKING DOOR OPEN spitting and cursing the last occupant who did that to the doors.



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These are awesome. Keep 'em coming.

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I hate some of the noises people make when chewing. I hate saggy neck wattles on old men (What are you hiding in there?). I hate people that refuse to let me merge. I hate when people aren't ready to pay when it's their turn in line.

I get extremely pissed at people that go to the banks drive up window during regular hours and don't have their shit filled out, don't have a deposit slip, don't know their account balance, don't have a pen, have 5 people in the car that need checks cashed, don't pull the car close enough to the vacuum tube, don't have their account number, etc...

GO INSIDE THE FUCKING BANK!!!!!!!

Man, I have a laundry list of these types of things.

-When window blinds are left open at night. My bedroom is on the rear of the house and there is a huge white pine tree buffer back there. No one could ever see in from the back, so having the blinds open is no big deal anytime of day I guess. But if I walk in the room and it is dark out, and the blinds are open, I get thoroughly annoyed. Not necessarily at anyone, i.e. my spouse - since it is just as much my fault, but I just get annoyed.

-Pants fresh out of the dryer. I hate them. They feel tight, although they do not look it. I will wear jeans for weeks before washing them for this reason. Anything cotton, like khaki dress pants, right from the dryer...shit, I am ready for a nervous breakdown.

-Those little insert subscription cards in magazines. I hate getting a new magazine in the mail and you open it up and all those cards fall out. And the full page ones are equally annoying because if you try to flip the magazine open to a particular page, you always land on that one first - its like a big fucking book mark.

-Oh, yeah I forgot one of my biggest ones - overstuffed pockets, I hate things in my pants pockets. I keep only my car and house key on a simple little key ring for this reason. I will carry my cell phone in my hand before I ever stick in my pocket. When I get to work, it goes right in the desk drawer. Winter is great, I can stuff everything in a jacket pocket but warmer weather can be a real bitch. Especially if I have to carry chap stick, a flash drive, or whatever esle. I usually will load up my shirt pocket in those cases.



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MrMephisto Wrote:
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> Very, very few things make me truly angry.
> Irritated, mad, sure. But I'm rarely overcome
> with the urge to do physical violence to the first
> thing I can get my hands on.
>
> My browser's home page is set to Yahoo.com. When
> I first open a browser window, I'll click on the
> address bar and start entering a website before
> Yahoo! finishes loading. When I'm halfway into
> the address, the page finishes loading, making the
> cursor automatically jump to the search box. I
> enter the other half into the search box, hit
> enter, and it searches for the fraction of the
> website. It makes me furious. Every time it
> happens, for a split second, I want to break my
> fucking keyboard over my head while I foam at the
> mouth.
>
> You all got anything like that?


Try Google Chrome.

Numbers Wrote:
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> I get extremely pissed at people that go to the
> banks drive up window during regular hours and
> don't have their shit filled out, don't have a
> deposit slip, don't know their account balance,
> don't have a pen, have 5 people in the car that
> need checks cashed, don't pull the car close
> enough to the vacuum tube, don't have their
> account number, etc...
>
> GO INSIDE THE FUCKING BANK!!!!!!!


Or find the newest branch opened near your home, preferably in an urban location , and go to it. It's like no one knows it's there and like having your own personal bank. I drive 3 extra miles to use a branch that never has a line either in the lobby or drive through.

I'm sure I've already said this in this forum

but...i HATE when drivers tail me on the highway.

MrMephisto Wrote:
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> Very, very few things make me truly angry.
> Irritated, mad, sure. But I'm rarely overcome
> with the urge to do physical violence to the first
> thing I can get my hands on.
>
> My browser's home page is set to Yahoo.com. When
> I first open a browser window, I'll click on the
> address bar and start entering a website before
> Yahoo! finishes loading. When I'm halfway into
> the address, the page finishes loading, making the
> cursor automatically jump to the search box. I
> enter the other half into the search box, hit
> enter, and it searches for the fraction of the
> website. It makes me furious. Every time it
> happens, for a split second, I want to break my
> fucking keyboard over my head while I foam at the
> mouth.
>
> You all got anything like that?


people who whistle. whether intended or not, whistling a tune is an invasive act that wrecks my day, good or bad. whistlers remind me of the kind of people who would claw their eyes out before being comfortable with silence. can't stand 'em.

yeefuckinghaw

themuse Wrote:
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> MrMephisto Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Very, very few things make me truly angry.
> > Irritated, mad, sure. But I'm rarely overcome
> > with the urge to do physical violence to the
> first
> > thing I can get my hands on.
> >
> > My browser's home page is set to Yahoo.com.
> When
> > I first open a browser window, I'll click on
> the
> > address bar and start entering a website before
> > Yahoo! finishes loading. When I'm halfway into
> > the address, the page finishes loading, making
> the
> > cursor automatically jump to the search box. I
> > enter the other half into the search box, hit
> > enter, and it searches for the fraction of the
> > website. It makes me furious. Every time it
> > happens, for a split second, I want to break my
> > fucking keyboard over my head while I foam at
> the
> > mouth.
> >
> > You all got anything like that?
>
>
> people who whistle. whether intended or not,
> whistling a tune is an invasive act that wrecks my
> day, good or bad. whistlers remind me of the kind
> of people who would claw their eyes out before
> being comfortable with silence. can't stand 'em.


Sounds like someone is jealous of folks who are at peace with

themselves

Wahhh Wrote:
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> Man, I have a laundry list of these types of
> things.
>
> -When window blinds are left open at night. My
> bedroom is on the rear of the house and there is a
> huge white pine tree buffer back there. No one
> could ever see in from the back, so having the
> blinds open is no big deal anytime of day I guess.
> But if I walk in the room and it is dark out, and
> the blinds are open, I get thoroughly annoyed. Not
> necessarily at anyone, i.e. my spouse - since it
> is just as much my fault, but I just get annoyed.
>
> -Pants fresh out of the dryer. I hate them. They
> feel tight, although they do not look it. I will
> wear jeans for weeks before washing them for this
> reason. Anything cotton, like khaki dress pants,
> right from the dryer...shit, I am ready for a
> nervous breakdown.
>
> -Those little insert subscription cards in
> magazines. I hate getting a new magazine in the
> mail and you open it up and all those cards fall
> out. And the full page ones are equally annoying
> because if you try to flip the magazine open to a
> particular page, you always land on that one first
> - its like a big fucking book mark.
>
> -Oh, yeah I forgot one of my biggest ones -
> overstuffed pockets, I hate things in my pants
> pockets. I keep only my car and house key on a
> simple little key ring for this reason. I will
> carry my cell phone in my hand before I ever stick
> in my pocket. When I get to work, it goes right in
> the desk drawer. Winter is great, I can stuff
> everything in a jacket pocket but warmer weather
> can be a real bitch. Especially if I have to carry
> chap stick, a flash drive, or whatever esle. I
> usually will load up my shirt pocket in those
> cases.


Lol, I can relate to all of those. As for the stuffed pocket issue, it's one of the main reasons for why I wear cargo pants so often. I always have so much to carry around, that your average four or five pocket pants simply won't cut it. If I have a job where I have to wear a suit on a regular basis however, then it'll be an issue.

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People that don't flush at work. What the hell...

Oh, I forgot. Skidmarks in the toilet.

I will go to another floor.

putting on one blue sock and one black sock after convincing myself in low-light that they're identical...



...sorry about the skidmarks in the toilet

With the holiday season coming up, I will surely see the bright green and red Christmas sweaters with the snowflakes, reindeer, etc. People even wear turkey themed sweaters on Thanksgiving. That always boils my blood.

I HATE those holiday sweaters!


The only time i would ever wear one is if i went to a

tacky holiday party

I hate when people hop on the elliptical right next to me when an entire row is open-it's creepy. I hate when I forget to put my clothes in the dryer and they smell like ass when I eventually dry them. I hate when people grunt, moan, and scream when they lift weights (no one is impressed). Stepping in dog shit when I mow the lawn. Raking leaves. Painting any type of trim. The prep work for painting. People who bathe in cologne/perfume. Middle aged women who dress like their daughters and try to act hip. Home Depot or Lowes on the weekend. The smell of school bus leather.

eesh Wrote:
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> With the holiday season coming up, I will surely
> see the bright green and red Christmas sweaters
> with the snowflakes, reindeer, etc. People even
> wear turkey themed sweaters on Thanksgiving. That
> always boils my blood.


Tacky sweaters are the WORST. I think most people wear them to joke around/be a smartass.

When I use the sauna at the gym, there is always someone in there that scratches themselves or rubs their sweat off. That sound really sweaty skin makes on contact sends chills down my spine.

Stinkfist Wrote:
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> I hate when people hop on the elliptical right
> next to me when an entire row is open-it's creepy.
> I hate when I forget to put my clothes in the
> dryer and they smell like ass when I eventually
> dry them. I hate when people grunt, moan, and
> scream when they lift weights (no one is
> impressed). Stepping in dog shit when I mow the
> lawn. Raking leaves. Painting any type of trim.
> The prep work for painting. People who bathe in
> cologne/perfume. Middle aged women who dress like
> their daughters and try to act hip. Home Depot or
> Lowes on the weekend. The smell of school bus
> leather.


Lol....and +1

I hate when chicks cry during sex. whats that all about?

Aqua Buddha Wrote:
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> I hate when chicks cry during sex. whats that all
> about?


That's a loaded question when you ask it Meade

heavy doors.....you go to open a door to an office suite or something, and you're jarred for a moment as you realize the damn thing weighs a ton, making you look like a total weakling pussy to anyone around you; and then, when you come to expect the heavy door, you go to pull it open with a little extra 'umph', then it goes FLYING open as you realize it's just a regular, reasonably-weighted door; and then, if anyone's around to see that happen, you look like you have anger issues.

Fuck heavy doors.

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having to close cabinet doors that seem to open themselves.

missing a green left turn arrow due to slow fucks that cant seem to grasp the concept of moving as a unit.

driving on road trips and the last 50 miles seems like it takes days to go by.

stepping in sticky substances either at a bar or anywhere rather, and your shoes will continue to make that sticking sound as you walk.

being in desperate need of a shit and having to wait in line to do so.

douchebags that feel the need to abbrev. things for god knows why.

Aqua Buddha Wrote:
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> I hate when chicks cry during sex. whats that all
> about?

It's important to find a girl who won't press charges

I hate when people pass me on the right while I'm doing 80 in the center lane and I'm trying to get in the far right travel lane to exit.

I hate when I lean back in an expensive ergonomic office chair and the fucking wheels kick out from under me hurling me to the floor.

When people leave empty rolls of paper products or plastic wear in the office break room. It pisses me off to no end to walk in and see a empty paper towel roll on the dispenser when there's a cabnet full of new rolls. Those are the breed of people who were responsible for cutting down the last tree on Easter Island.

I hate when I wake up in the morning with a raging hardon and my GF is not there, or she spent the night and is running late for work or just plain not in the mood.

Ketchup at drive-thrus. Nothing worse than not having ketchup with fries.

McDonald's is the worst. Not only do they not ask if you want ketchup, they hand you your order and try to close the window as quickly as possible so that you can't even ask. Makes you feel like Hitler at a Bar Mitzvah.

I think Chick-Fil-A and Arby's do the best job of asking if you want sauce or ketchup with your order.

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Mr. Misery Wrote:
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> Fuck heavy doors.


Was it you who started a thread about this like two years ago?
-lol

I have many annoyances in life, but these three make me want to kill.


People who go into my credit union and start asking all kinds of complicated shit to the teller, when all I have to do is make a deposit. That's why they have people back in the offices to help you open your money market, get a car loan, or what have you. Jesus!

People who just throw their wet towels all over the place at they gym. Invariably, they will use 3 or 4 towels and just leave them on the floor or bench sopping wet. I know they have a guy that comes through every so often, but is it so hard to walk the 15 feet to the towel collection area? After all, it is on the the way out!! Just because you pay a fee it shouldn't mean you treat it like your own personal pig sty.

Guys at the gym who spread all of their shit out and take up an area the size of a kitchen. You'd think they were getting a military supply check before going on a mission - shit all spread out....shoes, shirts, shaving cream, conditioner, towels, etc. What the fuck!!!

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That's not a ladybug, that's a cannapiller.

-anything that happens out of the ordinary within an hour of waking up in the morning will piss me off. (kid gets toothpaste on school outfit, dog piss in the hallway, wife used up all pot during the night, etc.)

-Tone-Loc every so often. Its the people I love the most that I get most angry with.

People that shake their popcorn bag in the movie theater, I have never understood the reason behind shaking your tub of popcorn for minutes on end.

People that throw the popcorn in their mouth or take a handful and shove it in their mouth instead of eating one piece at a time.

Chomping on chewing gum with your mouth open.

Fat people with breathing problems, that wheezing sound obese people make scares me.

I hate chewing sounds but I hate when I can hear someone swallow even more. Some people are so friggin loud. My ex would practically chug water after we'd come back from a run and I could hear every damn swallow. Made me wanna punch him in the adam's apple just to get him to stop it.
Along the same lines, I HATE when people smack their gum or chew gum with their mouth open. You look like a friggin horse!!! One of my friends gnaws on gum with her mouth open. If I'm in an enclosed space with her, every time she chews is like fingernails down the chalkboard.
I hate people who have no sense of personal space. I was in line at the grocery store and it was really busy so I put my stuff up on the belt and moved to stand closer to the candy rack so the person behind me could put their stuff up. They moved in really close to me to put their stuff up and I thought they would eventually move away but they didnt! They stood on top of me the entire time. I have a personal space bubble and you are in it! Get the fuck out!
I hate women who use the only sink and mirror in the bathroom to put on make-up. A touch up is fine. I understand that. But don't hog the entire area for 5 minutes putting on all your friggin make-up. That's why you have a bathroom at home. At least move your shit so I can wash my hands and get the fuck out.
I also hate women I barely know who try to hold a conversation with me in the bathroom. Just because we work on the same floor does not mean I want to talk over your/my peeing sound to discuss last night's Dancing with the Stars or some other bullshit you think I watch.

Democrats who follow the party, but can't explain to you why they're a Democrat.

Yahweh Wrote:
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> -Tone-Loc every so often. Its the people I love
> the most that I get most angry with.


Awww.

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slow drivers driving in front of you pulling a mexican road block while you are prairie doggin.

crying children - i look at them they look at me i walk over to them then bitch slap then and say cry like a man.

when there are kids in the back seat of the car in front of me, or in the school bus next to me, making faces and trying to play cowboys and indians with me. I never know how to react. I usually just pretend I don't notice them.

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i hate people who wait till they are like 50 feet away from their car before they use their automatic door lock. they're just being fucking assholes.

dont no y Wrote:
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> i hate people who wait till they are like 50 feet
> away from their car before they use their
> automatic door lock. they're just being fucking
> assholes.

UGH! YES.

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I hate when I go to lunch with someone and I offer to pay and they don't even act like they want to split it. I know it's weird, and I don't expect them to split it, but their lack of reaction makes me think that it is just expected of me to pay from the start.

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MrMephisto Wrote:
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> dont no y Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > i hate people who wait till they are like 50
> feet
> > away from their car before they use their
> > automatic door lock. they're just being
> fucking
> > assholes.
>
> UGH! YES.


I have to say I do that - but just because I forget

Once I reached my arm straight back with my thumb on the

lock button - and when I turned the rest of my body around

i was pointing right into a ladies face.

Plastic zippers. The fucking tabs break off of those things all of the time.

And buttons that aren't sewn on properly from the start. It doesn't matter if it's a cheap shirt or an expensive suit. Those fucking buttons fall off all of the time after a month or two.

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trying to find just one damn remote phone in the house and finding all 4 in one damn room

People who decide to have a life-changing conversation with a bank teller or store clerk while there is a line.

Get your shit done and leave!

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Perms and bangs. They've never looked good. They never will. You'll never convince me otherwise.

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baggers in the grocery store who put the tomatoes and bananas

the the bottom of the bag!

WashingTone-Locian Wrote:
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> Perms and bangs. They've never looked good. They
> never will. You'll never convince me otherwise.


They both look good on the right ladies.

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"And if any women or children get their legs torn off, or faces caved in, well, it's tough shit for them." -2LT. Bert Stiles, 505th, 339th (On Berlin Bombardier Mission, 1944).

ThePackLeader posting his racist rants on FFXU.

But yeah, he/it's pretty un-fucking-consequential.

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People who use their turn signal while changing lanes, but not a second before. I guess it's better than not using them at all, but what's the purpose if you turn it on mid-lane change?

vgnlinfxn Wrote:
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> People who use their turn signal while changing
> lanes, but not a second before. I guess it's
> better than not using them at all, but what's the
> purpose if you turn it on mid-lane change?


Its sad tho, lots of people will speed up if you give them a chance to let you in.

ThePackLeader Wrote:
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> WashingTone-Locian Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Perms and bangs. They've never looked good.
> They
> > never will. You'll never convince me otherwise.
>
>
> They both look good on the right ladies.


No they don't.

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Yahweh Wrote:
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> vgnlinfxn Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > People who use their turn signal while changing
> > lanes, but not a second before. I guess it's
> > better than not using them at all, but what's
> the
> > purpose if you turn it on mid-lane change?
>
>
> Its sad tho, lots of people will speed up if you
> give them a chance to let you in.


That makes me mad too. I think the late signallers piss me off because I would have let them over if I knew what they wanted to do.

I'm not pissed off by a whole lot of small things, but the one thing I really hate is when people try to correct me and act as if I'm a liar when I mention something that I know, but they think they know better simply because they read something about it, or because they don't have any knowledge about what I'm saying. This happened yesterday, and even though it wasn't in person, it really pissed me off. It's especially sad when the person guilty of such has some credibility to their own name, yet they still choose to act an ignorant fool (Basically, it's all about too much pride and power tripping).

The whole thing was with regard to two guys whom I know. I've known them my entire life, and I know of a specific set of accomplishments which they are behind. The person in question tried to tell me that my understanding of everything was inaccurate and wrong, however, and that they couldn't have been involved in the manner which I stated, because it's simply not correct. Then we went back-and-forth for a moment with an argument, and the individual said that none of what I stated was mentioned in the book which was written by the alleged authoritative figure on the subject. Meanwhile, I'm sitting here feeling like I want to choke the bastard, because I know my facts, and I know the truth, and just because this dumbass doesn't know about it, or just because it's not mentioned in a book, that doesn't change the reality of it being truth. I then offered to provide him with the names of my acquaintances, and that's the point at which he declined wanting to know their names, and he simply said not to mention it again. He's an admin. on a forum, so obviously he could ban me if he wanted to, but in the end, should I really give half-a-fuck if he doesn't believe me? People like that piss me off, and I've come across other such people in other situations with similar attitudes, but I honestly expected more from this guy given his background.

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"And if any women or children get their legs torn off, or faces caved in, well, it's tough shit for them." -2LT. Bert Stiles, 505th, 339th (On Berlin Bombardier Mission, 1944).

ThePackLeader Wrote:
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> He's an admin. on a forum,


Problem #1: No one is wrong on the internet.

vgnlinfxn Wrote:
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> ThePackLeader Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > He's an admin. on a forum,
>
>
> Problem #1: No one is wrong on the internet.


Somehow, I doubt arguing over the spelling of "beaner" on yet another forum is really anything to get all pissed about. Unless you're the PackMan, that is.

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ThePackLeader Wrote:
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> I'm not pissed off by a whole lot of small things,
> but the one thing I really hate is when people try
> to correct me and act as if I'm a liar when I
> mention something that I know, but they think they
> know better simply because they read something
> about it, or because they don't have any knowledge
> about what I'm saying. This happened yesterday,
> and even though it wasn't in person, it really
> pissed me off. It's especially sad when the person
> guilty of such has some credibility to their own
> name, yet they still choose to act an ignorant
> fool (Basically, it's all about too much pride and
> power tripping).
>
> The whole thing was with regard to two guys whom I
> know. I've known them my entire life, and I know
> of a specific set of accomplishments which they
> are behind. The person in question tried to tell
> me that my understanding of everything was
> inaccurate and wrong, however, and that they
> couldn't have been involved in the manner which I
> stated, because it's simply not correct. Then we
> went back-and-forth for a moment with an argument,
> and the individual said that none of what I stated
> was mentioned in the book which was written by the
> alleged authoritative figure on the subject.
> Meanwhile, I'm sitting here feeling like I want to
> choke the bastard, because I know my facts, and I
> know the truth, and just because this dumbass
> doesn't know about it, or just because it's not
> mentioned in a book, that doesn't change the
> reality of it being truth. I then offered to
> provide him with the names of my acquaintances,
> and that's the point at which he declined wanting
> to know their names, and he simply said not to
> mention it again. He's an admin. on a forum, so
> obviously he could ban me if he wanted to, but in
> the end, should I really give half-a-fuck if he
> doesn't believe me? People like that piss me off,
> and I've come across other such people in other
> situations with similar attitudes, but I honestly
> expected more from this guy given his background.

god, you sound like such a know it all on this forum, so i could understand why someone would tell you to stfu on another forum. what was the topic? and what's with the rediculous signature line? are you trying to sound tough? you're trying way too hard.

this is one of my favorite threads of the year.

WashingTone-Locian Wrote:
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> ThePackLeader Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > WashingTone-Locian Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Perms and bangs. They've never looked good.
> > They
> > > never will. You'll never convince me
> otherwise.
> >
> >
> > They both look good on the right ladies.
>
>
> No they don't.


Have to agree

Bangs look good on the right lady

but perms have NEVER been a good thing

simple Wrote:

> god, you sound like such a know it all on this
> forum, so i could understand why someone would
> tell you to stfu on another forum. what was the
> topic? and what's with the rediculous signature
> line? are you trying to sound tough? you're
> trying way too hard.


Well put.

+1

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I have had to change the addresses to my retaliatory blogs over half a dozen times.

Mr. Misery Wrote:
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> when there are kids in the back seat of the car in
> front of me, or in the school bus next to me,
> making faces and trying to play cowboys and
> indians with me. I never know how to react. I
> usually just pretend I don't notice them.


I remember doing that. I would make grotesque faces and bounce around, acting like a monster. Sometimes I would dramatically strangle my sister. She would struggle, then drop out of view. It was a way to kill time on those boring family road trips.

Once, when a couple of boys were making silly faces at me, I immediately reverted to age 8, responding with a monster face, hands flailing around like claws. The boys loved it and tried to one up me. Ha!
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Alias Wrote:
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> Mr. Misery Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > when there are kids in the back seat of the car
> in
> > front of me, or in the school bus next to me,
> > making faces and trying to play cowboys and
> > indians with me. I never know how to react. I
> > usually just pretend I don't notice them.
>
>
> I remember doing that. I would make grotesque
> faces and bounce around, acting like a monster.
> Sometimes I would dramatically strangle my sister.
> She would struggle, then drop out of view. It was
> a way to kill time on those boring family road
> trips.
>
> Once, when a couple of boys were making silly
> faces at me, I immediately reverted to age 8,
> responding with a monster face, hands flailing
> around like claws. The boys loved it and tried to
> one up me. Ha!


That's your story?

oooooh. cat fight!

Yahweh Wrote:
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> oooooh. cat fight!


Alias sent me a really nasty PM about Harry Tuttle, accusing him of smoking cornpowder and calling him "Fat Grunyan", it was really mean and uncalled for.

fashie Wrote:
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> Yahweh Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > oooooh. cat fight!
>
>
> Alias sent me a really nasty PM about Harry
> Tuttle, accusing him of smoking cornpowder and
> calling him "Fat Grunyan", it was really mean and
> uncalled for.

You need an account to get a PM, "fashie."

Conie Wrote:
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> Alias Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Mr. Misery Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > when there are kids in the back seat of the
> car
> > in
> > > front of me, or in the school bus next to me,
> > > making faces and trying to play cowboys and
> > > indians with me. I never know how to react. I
> > > usually just pretend I don't notice them.
> >
> >
> > I remember doing that. I would make grotesque
> > faces and bounce around, acting like a monster.
>
> > Sometimes I would dramatically strangle my
> sister.
> > She would struggle, then drop out of view. It
> was
> > a way to kill time on those boring family road
> > trips.
> >
> > Once, when a couple of boys were making silly
> > faces at me, I immediately reverted to age 8,
> > responding with a monster face, hands flailing
> > around like claws. The boys loved it and tried
> to
> > one up me. Ha!
>
>
> That's your story?

Yeah, that's my story, but I left out that my monster face looked just like you.

Alias Wrote:
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> I remember doing that. I would make grotesque
> faces and bounce around, acting like a monster.
> Sometimes I would dramatically strangle my sister.
> She would struggle, then drop out of view. It was
> a way to kill time on those boring family road
> trips.
>
> Once, when a couple of boys were making silly
> faces at me, I immediately reverted to age 8,
> responding with a monster face, hands flailing
> around like claws. The boys loved it and tried to
> one up me. Ha!

Wow what a fascinating story

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13 4826 0948 82695 25847. Yes.

I know! I love hearing stories from the ol' days.
Alias, what were the 1930's like again?

MrMephisto Wrote:
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> Alias Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I remember doing that. I would make grotesque
> > faces and bounce around, acting like a monster.
>
> > Sometimes I would dramatically strangle my
> sister.
> > She would struggle, then drop out of view. It
> was
> > a way to kill time on those boring family road
> > trips.
> >
> > Once, when a couple of boys were making silly
> > faces at me, I immediately reverted to age 8,
> > responding with a monster face, hands flailing
> > around like claws. The boys loved it and tried
> to
> > one up me. Ha!
>
> Wow what a fascinating story


Thank you, Mr. Mephisto. I know it's not as stimulating as your exciting story about typing URLs into the Yahoo address bar, but next time, maybe I’ll talk about your appreciation of the turgid throbbing majesty of a hard strong male phallus or the knot end of a balloon that substitutes as a nipple on a woman’s breast.

Alias Wrote:
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> MrMephisto Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Alias Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > I remember doing that. I would make grotesque
> > > faces and bounce around, acting like a
> monster.
> >
> > > Sometimes I would dramatically strangle my
> > sister.
> > > She would struggle, then drop out of view.
> It
> > was
> > > a way to kill time on those boring family
> road
> > > trips.
> > >
> > > Once, when a couple of boys were making silly
> > > faces at me, I immediately reverted to age 8,
> > > responding with a monster face, hands
> flailing
> > > around like claws. The boys loved it and
> tried
> > to
> > > one up me. Ha!
> >
> > Wow what a fascinating story
>
>
> Thank you, Mr. Mephisto. I know it's not as
> stimulating as your exciting story about typing
> URLs into the Yahoo address bar, but next time,
> maybe I’ll talk about your appreciation of the
> turgid throbbing majesty of a hard strong male
> phallus or the knot end of a balloon that
> substitutes as a nipple on a woman’s breast.


i would encourage you to do just that, alias.
i think that kind of talk is hot.
meph is hot.
mo' debinately hot.

yeefuckinghaw

ZING! Step right up to take a swing at Alias... Land a punch and get a can of Vienna Sausages...

Alias takes on all comers...


Alias Wrote:
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> Thank you, Mr. Mephisto. I know it's not as
> stimulating as your exciting story about typing
> URLs into the Yahoo address bar, but next time,
> maybe I’ll talk about your appreciation of the
> turgid throbbing majesty of a hard strong male
> phallus or the knot end of a balloon that
> substitutes as a nipple on a woman’s breast.

Signatures are for fags

Alias Wrote:
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> Mr. Misery Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > when there are kids in the back seat of the car
> in
> > front of me, or in the school bus next to me,
> > making faces and trying to play cowboys and
> > indians with me. I never know how to react. I
> > usually just pretend I don't notice them.
>
>
> I remember doing that. I would make grotesque
> faces and bounce around, acting like a monster.
> Sometimes I would dramatically strangle my sister.
> She would struggle, then drop out of view. It was
> a way to kill time on those boring family road
> trips.
>
> Once, when a couple of boys were making silly
> faces at me, I immediately reverted to age 8,
> responding with a monster face, hands flailing
> around like claws. The boys loved it and tried to
> one up me. Ha!



Bullshit.

Yahweh Wrote:
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> I know! I love hearing stories from the ol' days.
> Alias, what were the 1930's like again?

Well, Yahweh, those were tough times. I was just a little girl but I remember when relatives and neighbors were jumping off the roof tops. Bodies were lying everywhere. We kids knew to run for cover when my mother yelled "heads up".

But, there were some good times. I remember running barefoot after the ice man and catching the ice chips he would throw to us. And, we didn't have to lock our doors back then. Of course, we had nothing to steal and even less after my father dropped dead walking to work one day. They had the wake in our house. Yep, I had to go to sleep knowing my dead father was lying downstairs in the living room. At least after my father died, I didn't have to sleep on the floor any longer.

Do you want to hear about my uncle arthur who was born with a pituitary gland disorder?

eesh Wrote:
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> Alias Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Mr. Misery Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > when there are kids in the back seat of the
> car
> > in
> > > front of me, or in the school bus next to me,
> > > making faces and trying to play cowboys and
> > > indians with me. I never know how to react. I
> > > usually just pretend I don't notice them.
> >
> >
> > I remember doing that. I would make grotesque
> > faces and bounce around, acting like a monster.
>
> > Sometimes I would dramatically strangle my
> sister.
> > She would struggle, then drop out of view. It
> was
> > a way to kill time on those boring family road
> > trips.
> >
> > Once, when a couple of boys were making silly
> > faces at me, I immediately reverted to age 8,
> > responding with a monster face, hands flailing
> > around like claws. The boys loved it and tried
> to
> > one up me. Ha!
>
>
>
> Bullshit.

eesh, come visit me. I'd like to show you how I used to pretend strangle my sister.

Alias Wrote:
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> eesh Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Alias Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Mr. Misery Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > when there are kids in the back seat of the
> > car
> > > in
> > > > front of me, or in the school bus next to
> me,
> > > > making faces and trying to play cowboys and
> > > > indians with me. I never know how to react.
> I
> > > > usually just pretend I don't notice them.
> > >
> > >
> > > I remember doing that. I would make grotesque
> > > faces and bounce around, acting like a
> monster.
> >
> > > Sometimes I would dramatically strangle my
> > sister.
> > > She would struggle, then drop out of view.
> It
> > was
> > > a way to kill time on those boring family
> road
> > > trips.
> > >
> > > Once, when a couple of boys were making silly
> > > faces at me, I immediately reverted to age 8,
> > > responding with a monster face, hands
> flailing
> > > around like claws. The boys loved it and
> tried
> > to
> > > one up me. Ha!
> >
> >
> >
> > Bullshit.
>
> eesh, come visit me. I'd like to show you how I
> used to pretend strangle my sister.


Eesh is coming to visit ME tonight Alias. you'll have to wait

Conie Wrote:
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> Alias Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > eesh Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Alias Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > Mr. Misery Wrote:
> > > >
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > >
> > > > -----
> > > > > when there are kids in the back seat of
> the
> > > car
> > > > in
> > > > > front of me, or in the school bus next to
> > me,
> > > > > making faces and trying to play cowboys
> and
> > > > > indians with me. I never know how to
> react.
> > I
> > > > > usually just pretend I don't notice them.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > I remember doing that. I would make
> grotesque
> > > > faces and bounce around, acting like a
> > monster.
> > >
> > > > Sometimes I would dramatically strangle my
> > > sister.
> > > > She would struggle, then drop out of view.
> > It
> > > was
> > > > a way to kill time on those boring family
> > road
> > > > trips.
> > > >
> > > > Once, when a couple of boys were making
> silly
> > > > faces at me, I immediately reverted to age
> 8,
> > > > responding with a monster face, hands
> > flailing
> > > > around like claws. The boys loved it and
> > tried
> > > to
> > > > one up me. Ha!
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Bullshit.
> >
> > eesh, come visit me. I'd like to show you how I
> > used to pretend strangle my sister.
>
>
> Eesh is coming to visit ME tonight Alias. you'll
> have to wait


Looks like eesh is finally going to get the 'Cone Bone'!

Oh STFU Eli

Conie Wrote:
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> Oh STFU Eli


Yer just jealous Eli doesn't like your 'Cone Bone'!

this is why I never engage the children when they make faces at me in traffic:

this is why I never derp the children when they herp faces at der in glerp

ismemll Wrote:
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> this is why I never derp the children when they
> herp faces at der in glerp
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"I hate when people hop on the elliptical right next to me when an entire row is open-it's creepy."

+1 I cannot fathom why anyone would think this is a good idea or socially acceptable in any way.


I can think of a lot of gym-related peeves, but the one that really gets me is when people use a treadmill during peak gym hours to WALK 3 mph while talking on a cell phone. You can go to the mall and do that! Let someone who is actually going to exercise use the machines, please.

People that ride these type of motorcycles.




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crotch rockets??

Why does that piss you off?

eesh Wrote:
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> People that ride these type of motorcycles.
>
>
>
>
> -

Agreed. Might as well buy a car.

Kind of like how people with RVs "go camping." you have a fucking house with you!

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http://bible.cc/1_corinthians/13-11.htm

WashingTone-Locian Wrote:
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> eesh Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > People that ride these type of motorcycles.
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > -
>
> Agreed. Might as well buy a car.
>
> Kind of like how people with RVs "go camping." you
> have a fucking house with you!


but, seriously..why does that piss you off?

WashingTone-Locian Wrote:
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> Kind of like how people with RVs "go camping." you
> have a fucking house with you!




What gets me is the people that tow cars behind their RV. Traveling across-country with a mobile home isn't enough, they need another vehicle for errands. Some people tow tiny cars, others have huge ass Navigators or Suburbans behind the RV. They could have taken just the SUV in the first place.

Have you ever gone camping eesh??...prolly not

But if you did...why would you not want to do it comfortably?

Don't diss what you don't know shit about....o.k.?

Camping is a tent in the wilderness. Bringing a fully loaded RV is no different than staying at a Comfort Inn.

And, yes, I have been camping.

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http://bible.cc/1_corinthians/13-11.htm

WashingTone-Locian Wrote:
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> Camping is a tent in the wilderness. Bringing a
> fully loaded RV is no different than staying at a
> Comfort Inn.
>
> And, yes, I have been camping.


+1 true dat.

yeefuckinghaw

I need my space.

In line at the post office last week, this big woman kept inching up behind me until, in what can only be described as an assault, she exhaled her wretched breath down my neck. It was disgusting.

I feel bad when a well meaning friend or relative sitting on a couch motions for me to sit down... in the middle. That’s like asking me to jump off a bridge. No thank you. I’m fine sitting on the floor. Really, I am.

I have a friend who gets right up in my face to talk. I take a step back and she takes a step forward until I’m either up against a wall or bumping into someone who spills his drink on me.

My need for personal space sometimes exceeds the immediate air space around my body.

Say I’m in a doctor’s waiting room, sitting in a carefully chosen chair to satisfy my spatial requirements and then someone sits in a chair opposite me. He might not be physically violating my personal space but now I’m in his direct line of vision. How can I enjoy my book when every time I look up he’s looking at me? I keep reading the same paragraph over and over, feeling his eyes invading my space, until I finally get up and move.

Occasionally, I have to change seats more than once. I just make sure no doctor or nurse observes this behavior. If I’m there for a sore throat I don’t want to go home with Zoloft!,

Alias Wrote:
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> I need my space.

someone sits in a chair
> opposite me.
> he’s looking at me
> his eyes invading my space



isn't i weird how you can tell someone is staring at you? even when they are behind you or you didn't know they were there?

pie face Wrote:
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> Alias Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I need my space.
>
> someone sits in a chair
> > opposite me.
> > he’s looking at me
> > his eyes invading my space
>
>
>
> isn't i weird how you can tell someone is staring
> at you? even when they are behind you or you
> didn't know they were there?


That's so egocentric.

You only think someone's looking at you because you

are vain.

you're right connie

































not

Alias Wrote:
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> I need my space.
>
> In line at the post office last week, this big
> woman kept inching up behind me until, in what
> can only be described as an assault, she exhaled
> her wretched breath down my neck. It was
> disgusting.
>
> I feel bad when a well meaning friend or relative
> sitting on a couch motions for me to sit down...
> in the middle. That’s like asking me to jump off
> a bridge. No thank you. I’m fine sitting on
> the floor. Really, I am.
>
> I have a friend who gets right up in my face to
> talk. I take a step back and she takes a step
> forward until I’m either up against a wall or
> bumping into someone who spills his drink on me.
>
> My need for personal space sometimes exceeds the
> immediate air space around my body.
>
> Say I’m in a doctor’s waiting room, sitting in
> a carefully chosen chair to satisfy my spatial
> requirements and then someone sits in a chair
> opposite me. He might not be physically violating
> my personal space but now I’m in his direct line
> of vision. How can I enjoy my book when every
> time I look up he’s looking at me? I keep
> reading the same paragraph over and over, feeling
> his eyes invading my space, until I finally get up
> and move.
>
> Occasionally, I have to change seats more than
> once. I just make sure no doctor or nurse
> observes this behavior. If I’m there for a sore
> throat I don’t want to go home with Zoloft!,


Could you possibly abbreviate your stories from now on alias?

I just about fell asleep reading that last one

Conie Wrote:
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> Could you possibly abbreviate your stories from
> now on alias?
>
> I just about fell asleep reading that last one

So, just a few more words would have done it? Damn!

Alias Wrote:
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> Conie Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
>
> > Could you possibly abbreviate your stories from
> > now on alias?
> >
> > I just about fell asleep reading that last one
>
> So, just a few more words would have done it?
> Damn!


That's stupid

Conie Wrote:
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> Alias Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Conie Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> >
> > > Could you possibly abbreviate your stories
> from
> > > now on alias?
> > >
> > > I just about fell asleep reading that last
> one
> >
> > So, just a few more words would have done it?
> > Damn!
>
>
> That's stupid


You're flat.

+1 to Alias. Conie practically has an inverted chest.