Are they pissants?
I’d be careful if I were you, Kolga; that kind of a bridge-burning write-off can come back to bite you.
I just don’t want to open this thread at the beginning of next term and find out that the administration is forcing you to allow this person to register in your course.
That made me literally LOL. No, this is a former friend of mine who decided to end our friendship by sending me a four-page single-spaced email rant about what a POS I was/am, how horrible a friend I’d always been, how I was going to end up alone with no friends blah blah drama-cakes.
But thanks for giving me nightmares 
Mmmmmm … drama cakes! Yum.
And now this baker of drama-cakes wants to be your friend again? Hoo boy. “Get bent” sounds just about right.
Cats is weird. That seems to be the answer to any cat related question starting with “why”. 
You can’t let your large dog run free in a city. As a corollary, after you have let your large dog run free, you should probably do the neighbourly thing and clean up the garbage they strewed. Jerks.
(You probably shouldn’t let your large dog run free in an area that has a playground that usually has kids in it, either.)
Slicing up an onion and laying it around your house does not prevent the flu, dummy. It horrifies me to know that someone with your reasoning abilities (or apparent lack thereof) is responsible for the care of an incapacitated adult.
“Oh, but we can see a difference in the onion!!” No shit, genius…ever heard of oxidation?
Well, but what if we just stick a slice in our socks at night? Will that do it?
Well, it is the style at the time.
Dear Roommates:
STOP DROPPING YOUR CIGARETTE BUTTS IN MY TOILET!
Seriously, it’s going to clog the pipes. It’s already starting to clog the pipes. It took me three tries with your crappy (ha!) little plunger to get the damn thing to flush right. Not only that I am allergic to cigarettes**! When you bring them in my bathroom, I can smell them. It’s wreaking merry hell with my sinuses.
I’m going to start burning incense in here to cover up the smell and you can just stfu about how nag champa makes your sinuses hurt. FEEL MY PAIN.
Only sunshine after rain
This song might make me
kill again
Now that I’ve been clean for almost a month, I’m remembering how much smoking makes people reek. I was in my closet, smelled smoke and couldn’t figure out what was causing the stink. Cue clothes getting tossed on the bed while I looked for the offending item. It was my jacket. My jacket that had gone to the dry cleaners and was still in plastic.
As a serial quitter, I know that this is the worst part of quitting. Sometimes I want to smoke when I smell it, sometimes I want to puke. A couple of days ago, someone walked by me while smoking and the smell upset me, but when he coughed that deep smokers hack, I suddenly was dieing for one.
I think you meant to say “. . .he was dying, for one.”
Once again, people who talk throughout a movie can go fuck themselves. “The Artist” is a mostly silent film. When you talk during a silent film, it’s fucking distracting to people around you. Making inane and obvious comments about what’s going to happen next don’t make you look clever; it just makes you a brainless, inconsiderate douchebag and takes me out of the moment. Do everybody a favor and wait for films to come out on-demand so others don’t have to listen to your moronic commentary and asides to your idiot wife. I swear the next time this happens in a theater, there’s going to be an unpleasant confrontation.
I’ll hold 'em down; you kick 'em.
Stop deciding that Every. Single, Thing. is proof that your boyfriend is being discriminated against.
An employee at a crowded venue asking if he’d like a wheelchair is not discrimination. His not getting 40 hours at his part-time job is not discrimination.
You actually seemed disappointed when your family failed to react negatively to him.
As far as I can tell, the only person who thinks anything of his condition is you.
My sister is pissing me off mightily. My mom’s 70th birthday is in March, so my idea was to drive seven hours to her small town and visit her and take her out for dinner. I told my sister of this plan, and she thought it was a great idea - she and her husband will also go to the small town for Mom’s birthday. Where the annoyance comes in is that my sister has to make a huge production out of everything - family taking Mom out for dinner isn’t enough - we have to invite all of Mom’s sisters and brothers and spouses and nieces and nephews in the area. Note the “we” - she has an expectation that I will help her with all of her grand plans, in spite of my not agreeing to do anything beyond the original scope of my plans (and not wanting any plans other than taking Mom out for dinner and visiting).
Then we reach the second part of the annoyance - the presumption that in spite of me not having agreed to go in on a gift with her and her knowing that we have already bought a gift, she has asked us to chip in on an expensive gift (an iPad) for Mom. I’m going to hold off on politely telling her “no” until I’m not quite so annoyed. 
If you’re going to come back from your lunch break reeking of high grade marijuana, the least you could do would be to bring me some. It’s been so long…
People who think “the western world” = “the USA” (and often not even the whole country, but their own corner of it) piss me off. That’s all.
I decided I wanted to give Star Wars: The Old Republic a try today as I finally have my Windows install on my gaming/htpc the way I want it (mostly). I didn’t feel like driving to one of the 24 hour Walmart or Meijer locations to purchase a physical copy of the game, so despite my dislike of EA’s Origin platform, I purchased a digital download version through the Origin store instead. Here’s the kicker–it’s been 4.5 hours and they still haven’t sent me the unlock key for the game.
Every other piece of software I’ve ever purchased digitally has either included it’s unlock key on both the confirmation of purchase screen and in an (almost instantly arriving) email, or sent the email with the key out immediately if it was not included on the purchase screen. But no, not this one. The purchase confirmation screen indicated only my order number and I still have no email from them. I’ve tried to pull up my order history with my EA account only to find that my profile indicates no orders, past, present, or otherwise showing up. I’ve also pulled up my bank account information and sure enough, there’s the charge from EA at the top of my transaction register. So EA can’t wait to take the money from me but apparently can’t be assed to fulfill their end of the purchase agreement in a timely manner? I mean seriously, this is a frigging digital download, it should be practically instant. I’ve never had to wait for any other digital purchase–be it through Steam, Apple, Microsoft, indie software developers, and SWTOR’s biggest MMO competitor Blizzard. And after a simple Google search, I’m apparently not the only one who has had this issue–it’s been occuring since the game launched several months ago.
Now I get to call their customer support (assuming they are even open at this hour) and wait on hold for a digital product that shouldn’t require even the level of effort I’ve put in already. I may just cancel the damned order at this point. One thing is certain–I will NEVER purchase an EA product again through Origin.