A place for rants on no particular subject whatsoever. For when you have to blow off steam, but don’t really want to bitch about anything specific. I’ll begin.
That is the single stupidest thing I ever heard! To think, I’ve been surrounding with morons all my life, and I never heard one of them say anything that even APPROACHED the level of uselessness of your latest statement. You should take out a freaking add in the freaking New York Times: “For Rent: 1 Blithering Idiot, Slightly Used”. You’d get plenty of takers. Oh, wait, no you wouldn’t. BECAUSE YOU’RE USELESS!
Yeah, that’s right, useless. You may think you’re pulling the sheep over the wolf’s eyes, but you haven’t fooled me for a moment. I know full well It takes a real ass-slapping fruitbat baby bottler to come up with something so freaking inane. So you listen here, Mr. John Q. P-freaking-ublic - you can take your Big Brother scamming bullshit and shove it!
Love, Kn*ckers
I hate those lame fucks who complain about ‘bandwagon’ fans. They seem to think that since they’ve followed the team since the dawn of time, they are somehow deserving of praise.
[lame ass loser]
"Where were all these ‘fans’ when we were in the lean years (when the team stank)???
[/lame ass loser]
How about not thinking of them as ‘bandwagon fans’ and thinking of them as ‘converts’?
Really, do you think the team is prepared to shun these people? And the money they are now ready and willing to spend? I don’t think so!!!
YOU! Yes, you, the smug little bastard in the corner. You are NOT “pulling up a lawnchair” to “watch the festivities”, THERE IS NO LAWNCHAIR HERE.
Deny the cabal’s existence all you want, that just means you’re either 1.) DELUDING YOURSELF or B.)IN THE CABAL, MAYBE EVEN ALL THREE.
Of COURSE your cat’s breath smells like cat food, dammit! What the smegging hell ELSE would it smell like?
Coffee used to be free at my workplace. Those were the salad days, my friends…free coffee, free hoity-toity expensive coffee creamer, and a freezer full of Otis Spunkmeyer cookie dough balls waiting for someone to pop 'em in the oven (or, more often, eat 'em frozen). Now all that’s changed; gone are the cookie dough balls, gone are the fancy-shmancy creamers, and coffee now costs 15 cents a cup. Ok, I can deal with the reality of changing workplace finances but come ON, 15 cents a cup for THIS CRAP? Hell, half the time you people don’t even make fresh coffee, it’s re-heated motor oil from the day before! I’m no coffee snob…but YES, you CAN tell the difference when it’s stuff from yesterday. PARTICULARLY ON MONDAYS.
Thoughts in morning traffic:
Diesels suck. Vin doubly so.
Look, you’re not actually having a conversation, OK? Just get on the radio, tell me about your product, and go away. Don’t stage some cutesy little wannabe witty wordplay, because it doesn’t work for you. You suck at talking, and I’d hate to think you actually sound like that when someone’s not paying you to run your trap. Here, I’ll pay you to SHUT UP.
No, not really, I’ll just change the station. AArgh, more local radio commercials. Are there any radio commercials that don’t suck? Bill Griggsby: shut up. You “shound” like a lush.
Why is it suddenly cool to put an exhaust pipe on your Honda whose internal diameter is large enough to pass a petrified elephant? A stock Honda’s audio signature is, while not the pleasing burble of a well-tuned Hemi, at least unobtrusive; by which I mean it doesn’t sound like “Bring Your Sabre Saw To Work Day” at the megaphone factory.
To the totally devoid of grey matter, mouth drooling, toothpick sucking, lower on the social order than slug slime piece of barely sentient life form who stopped his truck in front of my house Saturday afternoon:
You asked me if I needed any pine straw. You could plainly see I was standing in raked up piles of pine straw. Raked up piles of pine straw up to my ass even. You could see the yard full of pine trees, each one of which is capable of producing enough pine straw to cover the whole of the earth, yea to the very bottom of the seas, yet you asked me if I wanted pine straw.
Yet I was nice. I replied, “I believe I have all the pine straw anybody could ever need, thank you anyway.” You replied that your pine straw was of better quality because it contained only pine straw, no pine cones, pine bark or leaves from other trees. Why the fuck would I care if you think you have superior pine straw to mine! I said no thanks again, and somehow the apparently two functioning brain cells you have rubbed together and you got the idea that you ain’t selling no pine straw to me and left. BTW…my pine straw is just as good as your pine straw. It too is devoid of pine cones, pine bark and leaves from other trees. It is one hundred percent pine straw goodness. May your pinestraw, even to the 10th generation, become infested with pine beetles!
You do, have one redeeming quality. My neighbor heard you asking me if I needed pine straw, which caused him to laugh so hard he snorted beer. Giving my neighbor a laugh is a good thing for, verily, I like my neighbor. The causing him to waste beer, however, did cause me to add an additional 5 generations curse on your pine straw. Asshat! Causing good beer to be wasted.
bumbling idiots: grrr
vague documentation: grrr
going into administration: grrr
ITV: grrr
Peter Taylor: grrr
bad shits: grrr
west coast main line engineering works: grrr
bloody ecommerce sites that won’t make their bloody server bloody WORK properly: grrr
my newest friend, who is a Maoist revoltionary, took us bowling last weekend.
I ask him questions, as I don’t know much about this political philosophy.
Well.
He wants all people to be “equal”. How, i dunno. We must apparnetly get rid of all the “oppressors and exploiters”.
We have to “suppress” them!
I didn’t ask How they would be suppressed…
Heck, this is a free country, employers may exploit their workers all they want!
I was once a dancer, which many think is exploitive of women.
Well, maybe it was, but I certainly didn’t mind it at the time.
He doesn’t even think farmers or merchants should compete!
:eek:
Why do people beleive this stuff?
Man, I’m thinking of becoming Republican for all the weird stuff I’ve heard from the left.
You fucking slimy bastard, you. You pickpocketed me on the metro yesterday while I was holding my daughter, pushing her stroller and carrying three coats.
You fuckhead. Now I have to go and get all new credit cards, a new alien registration card, a new French driver’s license, a new US Social security card and new ownership papers for our car.
With the lines the way they are, this whole fiasco is going to take at least 10 hours of waiting. Then I’ve got to figure out how to explain to the immigration officials at the airport upon my return from the States why I don’t have a Carte de Sejour.
You aren’t fit for kicking, you bastard. And give me back the pictures of my daughter! I don’t have copies or negatives. I hate you!
Mwoohahahahaaaa…a Republican ‘dancer’? (Ok, ex-dancer…) You’d be the second one I knew of, and the first one is a woman to feared, respected, and worshipped from afar in equal measure.
I hate pie. And lawn chairs. Oh, and secret cabals that don’t stay secret. And, of course, those same damn cabals that don’t invite me in to play. I hate playing. And invitations. Not to mention whole numbers, 25 out of 26 letters (“Q” is pretty cool), the Welsh alphabet, alphabetical Welshmen, purple, people who don’t finish their sentences and, most of all, those of us who do.
** Swampbear ** made me laugh and laugh and laugh. Thanks for that!
And, to continue:
No, Assafrass, I don’t want to vote for your smarmy little two-faced candidate. Oh, IS the opposition a baby eater? Well, more power to her. Too much blasted reproduction on this planet, you ask me. Running out of oxygen, and not a drop of common sense to be had. Spread it thin enough, and it’s just common, but the sense part has evaporated, along with the water I dumped into my poor aphid-eaten houseplants that you so thoughtfully filled with cigarette butts. And next time you set off the fire alarm in the middle of the night, with your godawful cooking, I’ll come over with my extinguisher and take care of that for you. And I’m gonna stand there and watch to make sure you eat your non-free range chicken, flame retardent foam and all. So fax this, Mutton Scout.
What I can’t understand is how they get away with this type of behavior in this day and age. I thought this kind of thing went out with thumb screws. And just how do they justify the impact that this has on those they claim to be helping? I think they are just in denial about the whole thing. They bury their heads in the sand and pretend that nothing has changed in the past 50 years.
I don’t think they are going to be able to get away with it much longer though. My understanding is that support groups for survivors are starting to organize. I think in a six months to a year we are going to know a lot more about the whole issue as people come out in public and denounce this practice for what it is. Then those who thought they were the only ones who wound up emotionally scarred by the whole thing will seek help and in turn tell their stories.
And I think that is for the best really. Once people become aware of the full injury caused by this practice then I think public opinion will greatly reduce the number of people willing to be a party to it. Unfortunately it will probably also drive those who choose to persist in these activities underground and thereby make it harder for the ones who need help to get it.
In the mean time I hope you will take this opportunity to contact your member of Congress and tell them to stop playing politics and concentrate on real issues like this. These guys make decisions about going to the john by what the poles say so the only way to get them to concentrate on this issue is to make sure it is in their face and on the list of constituent calls on a daily basis.
People who talk about themselves in the third person. Grow the fuck up, unless your the Queen you sound stupid and self-centered. The Queen gets to do it, as she has to put up with her family without the power to send them to the Tower anymore.
People who say something has “jumped the shark” like they are fucking clever. It’s not clever-- its sooooooooooooooooo 2 years ago. Let it go.
Stadium music ruining my football viewing experience-- turn off the damn 80’s hair metal for two lousy seconds you inbred fuckwits.
Overzealous fans-- to paraphrase Shatner, getting a fucking life already huh. Enjoying a show, book or play is great. Basing your life on it is scary. If you are writing porno fan fic? :eek: Get help.
Whining about the mods decisions in a new thread. It’s your right, I guess, but it does no real good. If you sent an email that’s one thing, but opening a thread to whine about how you would have done things or what you think? Who cares? This ain’t the UN, we discuss Survivor and people’s favorite Zit stories. Heck, one of the favorite threads was “Oops I crapped my pants”. Let it go already.
Me. I am a annoying know-it-all PITA in this post. Seeing I am not even a member of the SDMB Cabal (still 6 more payments left on the application fee) who in the hell cares what I think.
Oh, and I hate people who slow down for green lights, then run the red anyway. What the fuck is that? :mad:
Yes, I understand there is a big sale at JCPenney. There’s always a big sale at JCPenney. My short-term memory is not what it used to be, but I’m pretty sure you mentioned that big sale not only last commercial break, but earlier in this one. I don’t have a daughter and if I did, our main (or even secondary) source of amusement would not be to shop at JCPenney. Even were there a big sale, which it seems there often is.
Sharing custody just blows. We’ll be at a family gathering and I’ll still look around for my kid, like he’s there. But he almost never is. When I hear people bitching about how their kids are a pain in the ass and how they’d love to get away from them, I want to kick them squarely in the ass.
I had the mother of all sinus headaches this morning and am now officially running late getting ready. I just don’t care.
If one more person refers to me as “preggo” or “preggers” I will kill them. Same thing to the next person that asks “Are you SURE you’re not having TWINS?!!?!”
Please stop with the “Pot. Kettle. Black.” thing. It got old 2 years ago, and now it’s just irritating.
To my uncle: My cousin may be young (7 years old, IIRC), but she’s not totally stupid, which is why I wonder why you thnk she’ll always believe the stuff that you tell her. Yes, she is a kid, so she is going to believe her parents, but once she realizes that the shit you tell her is so wrong, she’s never going to believe you again. For example: Tell the kid that you want to save some money, and THAT is why you don’t have an air conditioner*. Don’t tell the kid that you don’t have an air conditioner because, and that air conditioners are bad because, people DIE when they come indoors from the heat to an air conditioned house. Yes, it might happen, in very rare cases, but I’ve never heard of it. Said cousin has not told me this yet, but she has told my mom and my other aunt, and if she tells me, I will tell her about people that die each summer because they overheat in their un-air conditioned homes. You’re going to turn the kid into that “weird kid” at school that everyone makes fun of.
*Which, by the way, really sucks, seeing as you live in South Texas and it gets really, really, really hot down there. If I have to spend any amount of time over an hour or two at your house during the summer, I actually get physically ill. This is not the best time to tell me that “the breeze that usually comes through the windows makes it cool in here” or “You know, you didn’t have an air conditioner when you lived with your mom, you can handle the heat!” For the record, as soon as my dad left the house, and we didn’t have to worry about him getting pissed because the electric bill went up a little in the summer, we got an air conditioner.
Look lady, I don’t know if it’s that you are illiterate or just can’t count but the sign says “EXPRESS LANE: 10 ITEMS OR LESS”, not 30.
And to the cashier, I know you have to be as polite as possible to your customers but when you see such a flagrant disregard for your own store policy please say something. I would have made a comment myself but I was at the end of my rope from such a crappy day at work that I would have made an unnecessary scene.
