Happy Festivus.
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:eek: <== Festivus Pole. Closest thing to aluminum colored as the smilies would allow.
Ah! The traditional airing of the grievances!
To everyone in my office who still blindly clicks any email attachment: You suck.
When do we get to the wrestling??
My Grievance? If you quote the entire OP with your post, stop it. Especially if you’re the second post in the thread.
Feel free to wrestle amongst yourselves. 
To the people who screwed up my bill then expect me to pay a late fee:
Get a clue.
Robin
I hate people who put those little apostrophies where they don’t go, like:
People’s (A group of people that don’t own anything.)
Cat’s (A heard of cats that don’t own anything.)
Wal-Mart’s. (Don’t even get me started on how freaking ignorant that quippit is.)
Don’t email me something like that. And then tell me how you are so much smarter than me.
Ass clown.
And a Merry Gaudere to us all.
People who stop in the middle of the lane to wait for someone, where there’s a space not 5 feet away.
People who think they know you, when they don’t, and any attempt to correct them is met with a smug answer.
To you I say: Eat it Potsie! :mad:
Happy Whatchamacallits!
People that decide there will be no way for a Doper to properly represent a Festivus Pole. Bunch of anti-Festivus killjoys!
Perfectly able bodied college students who take the elevator between the 2nd to 1st floor in a 7 story building, thus delaying it for everybody else.
People who either don’t know or won’t acknowledge the “slow traffic right/pass on the left” rule on the Interstate (or on the sidewalks for that matter).
Anybody who asks me “Do you know ______?” and, when I tell them “No, I don’t”, still proceeds to tell me a story about them that’s not interesting (“Her daddy had to have his kidney taken out while he was on vacation in Biloxi last year. It all happened cause he ate too many Cheetos then washed them down with two much apple juice, and her sister went to Disneyworld and stayed at a motel where they had in-room yogurt makers. Then her brother…”)
Anybody who says they have a problem with PDA when what they mean is they have a problem with “GLBT PDA” (but don’t mind straight couples sharing a kiss).
Anybody who uses that damned tired “love the sinner hate the sin” line.
People who think that those hubcaps that go round and round look cool.
Anybody who sends me an e-mail with “I don’t usually forward these things, but…” and 1) yes, they do usually forward them and 2) for the 392nd consecutive time, one trip to snopes.com would have told you that no, Oprah is not really giving away $1 million each to the first 50 people who will boycott Tommy Hilfiger for making racist comments on her show, KFC for having evolved chickens into a different species, and Cindy “Laverne & Shirley” Williams for saying American troops should die.
Anybody who uses the phrases “My plate is full”, “make sure we’re on the same page” or “touch base” one more $@#($ed time and then acts shocked and surprised if I respond with “Let’s make sure we’re pissing on the same homeless person”, “Let’s stick our hand down her shirt and see when she says ‘Stop Uncle Joey!’” or
“Let’s cut the bitch’s throat and see how it sprays”).
To the HR department who finds it neccesary for me to ducument what I do every second of every day: SUCK IT!
Holy cats I’m gonna start using those replacements…
So, who am I tired of?
Impatient buttmonkeys that blow their horns while I’m crossing in the crosswalk while the little Haole Guy is lit… Don’t tell me you were trying to turn, you’re in the center lane, numbnuts…
Um, Bill Keane just because…
Oh, yeah, the real estate firm that bought the apartment building I lived in last and then promptly evicted everyone so’s they could remodel the place into “luxury condos” and sell 'em for easily 3 times what the crappy buildings were worth…
Ummm… Meh. 2005 actually was a pretty nice year for me.
All tweakers: go to hell. And no, you can’t have any of the Christmas Cocktail I’m making.
time for the Feats of Strength!
I (almost) single-handedly cleaned my mother’s horribly messy house today. (Don’t blame her it was mainly my nephew’s mess. Little hellion takes after his Dad, for sure)
If I may detour back to grievances for a moment:
The purpose of having vehicles and roadways is to get to destinations–preferably in one piece–not to prove who is the boss of a particular stretch of road. Keep your distance from the vehicle in front of you, change lanes only when necessary, and if someone does something to piss you off just thank Og that all the people you’ve pissed off were as calm and forgiving about it as you are being now.
to the neighbor who thought it was okay to put his broken pieces of concrete from his remodeling project in the dumpster on my driveway that I paid for for my project (instead of the one on his driveway that he paid for): You owe me $150 for “over the weight limit”!!!
Merry F&$%ing Christmas
BTW, speaking of Festivus. 
Thanks. I never watched the show much and was at a loss here.
I think I’m going to throw a Festivus party at my place later this week or next.
I’ll get the aluminum pole from the Home Depot down the street.