a) my stepmother. she died about 5 years ago (and I’d had no contact with her following my father’s death 14 years ago) and I still hate her.
b) the psycho bitch who got me fired from a pretty good job about 10 years ago. The only satisfaction was that word got back to me that the boss had finally figured out that what she had said about me were all lies and that he was really sorry about the whole thing. Plus she still owes me $200.
My lying, backstabbing, alcoholic former boss who finally got fired earlier this year after becoming such an obvious nuisance and a burden that even his dimwit bosses couldn’t ignore him any longer. Even a partial list of all the crap he did to me and our department would take forever (and interest no one); but I can take some satisfaction knowing that he’s now working a new shit job for one quater the money he was making with us.
I’m still going to piss on his grave whenever the worthless shitbird finally drops dead…
Rusty Yates / he tooled off to work every day and left his insane wife to look after five children. He has gone unpunished and tries to behave as though he is the victim. I would love to crack him over the head with a brick.
I hate Maurice Gatsonides, what a fucking arsehole!!!
It ain’t just speed that kills, those idiots responsible for collating traffic incident data always say that speed is a factor in around 80% of incidents.
Well wake up dumbfucks, speed is a factor in all traffic collisions, fuck me! Newton wasted his bleedin’ time!
So now I’m riding along, serene and cool looking on the bike keeping with the traffic and…what the fuck!!!.. everyone slams on the anchors, pandemonium ensues, tyres shriek, red lights blaze, mothers clutch their young ones closer, and almost as suddenly we are back on it again for another hundred yards when the process is repeated, and why should this occur ?
Mr Gatsonides you have plenty to answer for, you twat!!!
I really, really, really hate my brother in law’s girlfriend.
Hugely.
More than anything in the world.
Hannah Storm. She’s on…I want to say ABC Sports? She used to be on CNN. At any rate, she’s a sideline-type reporter at sports events. And I haaaaate her. I have for years. She’s got this enormous fake smile and her voice grates on me. My family used to laugh at me because if she was ever on TV for more than a few seconds, I would lunge for the remote. I haaaaate her.
Them goddamned aliens that insist on abducting me every other month. Those probes HURT.
And I always smell funny the next day.
You just THOUGHT you had sigs turned off!
My X Boyfriend!! and who else does not!! THAT’S WHY THEIR X’S!!!
I can’t stand the next poster. My rage burns like the fury of a thousand suns whenever I see their name.
Do Literary characters count? Dimmesdale from The Scarlet Letter. I respect Hawthorne for his contributions to American Literature, but the truth is if I could personify any literary character, shoot them in the eyes with slingshots and set the om fire it would be Dimmesdale. I really can’t explain thoroughly why without going into an hour long vent.
I can’t type… set them on fire, was what i meant to say