Look, I know I’m a polite person. I don’t mind holding the door for folks.
But when there is a row of 6 doors, I’m heading towards one and you look up, walk over to the set I am using to exit and stop and wait for me to open it so you don’t have to open one yourself, it pisses me off. And then you don’t even say fucking thanks.
So here’s what I’m doing. Those doors are only opening enough to let me through. Then I’m letting go. Maybe someday you’ll figure it out.
Oh, and to the assmunching freshmen/sophomores/juniors/seniors/graduate students/employees who think they’re too good to wash their hands after using the restroom? That’s nasty. I don’t want your germs, and you don’t want mine. That’s why I wash my hands carefully.
And to the same people who think it’s fine and funny to toss used toilet paper and the like on the restroom floor? That’s fucking nasty too. These are public restrooms. Would you act like that in your mother’s house? No, I bet you wouldn’t. Grow up and learn basic hygiene skills.
swampbear: Why would someone want pine straw if they didn’t already have it?
why, pine straw envy of course.
It is also used in landscaping and for mulch. Other folks may have other uses for pine straw, but I just don’t wanna know.
Swampbear, owner of excessive amounts of pine straw.
Yeah? Well fuck you too, bitch. Yes, I will talk to you “like that,” because you have been talking to me like that since you got here. So shut the fuck up, have some humility, and get in the back of the line of people who need to kiss my ass.
And I burned my goddamn thumb at work today. And I’m hungry. And tired. And I had a fight with the girl I’m dating, and now she’s going to dump me. “But we’ll still be friends.” Riiiiiiiiight …
And I have writer’s block.
But whatever. I’m just a dumbass who shares too much information on a public message board while trying to be vague. And I have a stupid username.
You are the most bitter, arrogant, asinine jug o’ fuck it’s been my misfortune to run across on this board. Your username – admittedly well-chosen – is most commonly seen to the left of posts so nauseatingly idiotic they defy every sane attempt to parse them. If a thought that wasn’t entirely comprised of pathetic, low-quality bile ever congealed in that maggot-ridden acorn atop your neck, it’d die of ennui before you could belch it out.
In short, go circumcise your head with a flaming chainsaw.
People who talk really loudly. Unless you have Voice Emodulation Disorder like Will Ferrell on SNL, lower your fucking voice! I can hear you just fine.
Girls who try to act all sweet and innocent, but are actually big raging sluts. Drop the act. You’re not fooling anyone.
Stupid people who bitch and moan about every damn thing, but are too fucking lazy to get off their fat asses and do anything about it. Just shut the hell up.
Smelly people. Take a shower. Please.
Nasty beer. (Natty Lite, anyone?) If you’re going to drink, fucking do it right.
Procrastination. I’m supposed to be typing an English paper. Fuck. :smack:
Lets not get crazy here. mr. :rolleyes: is our friend. Mr. :rolleyes: makes me happy. Mr. :rolleyes: is highly useful, unlike mr. ;j who never gets used, or Mr. :o who looks vaguely like a blow up doll. That’s who you should be “doing” actually, not poor hard working mr :rolleyes: . How can we live in a SDMB with posters like december without mr. :rolleyes: .
Mr. :rolleyes: makes me . The thought of a board without mr. :rolleyes: makes me :mad: . The deflating effect of mr. :rolleyes: is quite . Its :eek: to me that anyone could dislike mr. :rolleyes: . I am , what did Mr. :rolleyes: do to you? Was he unleashed on one of your posts, making you . If so, I am , as to why your blaming mr. :rolleyes: and not the poster who used him.
Holy Jebus. You’re all mad. Lucky thing, too, or I’d feel left out.
Time for more General Bitchiness (that’ll be my screenname in the next life, BTW):
See, that’s just the kind of pig-ignorance I’d expect from a pueling, pustular mass such as yourself, with both an attitude and a lifestyle that would bear favorable comparison to the oomycotic molds that grow on the bodies of aquarium fish, parasitically causing such appropriately named illnesses as “ick.” You are ick. And that is putting it kindly. Were I to be more blunt in my assessment, I might compare you to the internal aspect of a dead horse’s defecatory fundament, or to the blasphemy that is the biliously green, eye-rolling smilie. But I will not thus describe you, as I am a charitable person (consider, for example my recent donation to Public Television), and one not given to hyperbole or overstatement of unpleasant details, whether truthful or fictitious. So I shall settle upon ick, for you, my benthic friend, and leave you with the devout wish that you may never darken my vision (be it peripheral or frontal) again.
Love, Kn*ckers
Did you all have to go on diets from eating so many cookie dough balls?
. Its :eek: to me that anyone could dislike mr. :rolleyes: . I am 
. If so, I am 
