I hate people that drive too fucking slow.
I hate people talk at the stop light with another driver and don’t notice the light is green.
I hate people that talk out there ass about shit they know nothing about.
I hate people so far on the left that they make the rest of the liberals look bad.
I hate people so far on the right the they make the human race look bad.
I hate people who are “My way or the highway”.
I hate people that can’t get my order right.
I hate people that can’t or refuse to see the other side to an argument.
I hate people that repeat themselves. hee
I hate people that just don’t get it.
I hate people that start stupid threads.
I hate people that rate rants.
Fuck off.
I hate people that hate people for no reason other than they are different than them.
I hate people.
Well, maybe not hate, but I’m not terribly fond of some of them.
I was driving home from my fast-food job the other day. I was kind of in a bad mood because I had fouled up a lot of orders that day. As I slowly pulled up to a red light, I noticed my friend was driving the car right next to me. I was listening to Rush Limbaugh on the radio, so I turned it down and rolled down my window to chat with my friend. I asked him how he would rate a thread I saw on SDMB the other day. I really didn’t know much about the subject, but I told him how I thought my hero, Jessie Jackson, would have rated it. My friend disagreed, but I really didn’t understand where he was coming from, so I just said “To hell with you, then!”. And just to be sure, I said again “Did you hear me? I said to hell with you!” I really hate that guy. All of a sudden, I realized that the light had been green for about 30 seconds.