Sweet band name.
Hey dumbass, you are waiting for a bus so I assume you expect one to show up. You see the bus coming so how about having your fucking fare ready to go instead of fumbling around for five minutes and make us all wait.
And this is a little late but to you stupid tourists stopping my bus to ask where Safeco field is: jeezeubs freaking christy! If you are too stupid to read a map how about following that group of people wearing Mariners gear?
Fuck you to my stupid fucking Tivo for not recording the Amazing Race.
Our dvr is having some similar kinds of hiccups. Sometimes it doesn’t record at all, sometimes it shuts off halfway through the set recording time - and our faithful vcr in the basement just plugs away and tapes everything we’ve set, day after day. If I’d known the dvr was going to be so flaky, I would have just bought another cheap vcr.
This isn’t “mini”, but it is short.
Fuck “severe complicated spinal cord injuries” with some giant horrible rusty thing for happening to my best friend’s husband.
Fuck trees and wind for causing “severe complicated spinal cord injuries.”
Dear professors/instructors/whatever you’re calling yourselves these days:
When you assign your confused freshmen a project wherein they must find a primary document and do whatever to it for your class, please take five minutes and EXPLAIN WTF A PRIMARY DOCUMENT IS! There have been approximately eighty bajillion confused freshmen coming to the reference desk to ask how to find and determine whether a document is primary or secondary.
No love,
Frustrated desk monkey
Yanno, the other pit thread was superseded by this one. Why the fuck you keep digging up the old one? It’s a new thread! Quit living in the past!
I don’t know what the deal is with this thing. It’s recording shows occasionally about half of their time. WTF.
roadkill
I hate roadkill.
Especially when it appears to be someone’s pet cat that got hit by a car (one I saw recently even had a collar) rather than wildlife, not that I’m thrilled to be driving by dead skunks, deer, squirrels, woodchucks, etc.
New neighbours: SHUT THE FUCK UP. I don’t CARE if there’s no trust in your fucking relationship, I don’t care if there were females in her car while he was borrowing it, I don’t goddamned well care one goddamned thing about you. I do care that you SHUT THE FUCK UP AT ONE AM. There’s kids here.
I got home from shopping this morning and checked my mailbox just in case the carrier was early today (the mail usually doesn’t arrive until mid-aftertoon, but every so often it shows up around noon). It’s a good thing I did, because some asshole had broken an egg inside it. Not thrown an egg at it, but opened it up (it’s one of those curbside boxes), placed an egg in the middle of the box, and smashed it flat. I’m glad I found it when I did so I could clean out the box before the mail came, but I still can’t figure out why anyone would do a thing like this. I just moved into the neighborhood and haven’t had a chance to piss anyone off yet. 
One of my neighbors happened to be walking by as I was cleaning it out, and they thought it was pretty strange, too.
Who IS this bitch giving out driving tests at the DMV!? My friend failed his test simply because she was a nitpicking cunt.
“Oh, you didn’t put your arm behind the passenger’s seat as you turned your head to look back behind you as you reversed. Minus points!”
He asked if it was a rule. She said no, it’s just good practice to do so.
Putting your arm back there, she means. Yup, apparently they can mark you down for something that’s just good to do, not to do with rules. She also marked him down because the car was not equidistant between the two large tires used to do the parallel parking test.
The car needs to be equidistant between both cars? It’s an established rule you can get marked down for? The lady who gave me my test just opened her door, looked down, saw that I was a little far from the curb and said, “It’s okay,” and we went on our way. I passed with flying colors.
Oh, and when they got to an intersection, he had the right of way, but another car at the intersection was slightly rolling out, as if judging who would go first, or figuring out who had right of way, themselves. He stopped and was cautious; after all, he didn’t want to risk an accident.
She marked him down for that when he confirmed he had the right of way, but he was being ‘too cautious’ so she marked him down. Isn’t being a cautious driver a good thing, in case you don’t risk an accident?
“You’re too cautious of your surroundings! Minus points!”
Rrrrgh. Fucking cunt. My grandmother said that very woman was on the news when people were complaining how hard it is to pass the driving test here on Maui; at least, in Kauhlui. They flunk people left and right, and will do whatever they can to fuck you over if they can. Small crack in the lower corner of your windshield that doesn’t obstruct the view at all? Can’t use the car. Sand on the floor? Nope.
We’re taking him to another area to do his test. Possibly in the Makawao/Haiku area.
Bah, edit window missed. Just for clarification, linkage!
Articles from the Maui News in the past
I know some are a few years old, but it keeps happening, so it’s pretty relevant. I’m surprised I slipped through the cracks. Then again I did take on an official driving instructor beforehand, so I was well-prepared for any nitpicks. And the one who gave me the test knew my grandmother, so I guess that helped her not be so…ludicrous.
But yeah, they’re still nasty. I have coworkers who drive without their license, and this is why.
We went out to Swiss Chalet for dinner Sunday, and while our expectations for Swiss Chalet are not extremely high, they managed to completely disappoint us. Here’s a tip for waitresses - after your table gets their food, don’t stand talking with another table for five minutes while your table waits for you to come around and bring the ketchup for their french fries. My husband finally went and grabbed one off another table, and that brings us to point two - when I squeezed the ketchup on my fries, it came out brown and lumpy. The ketchup bottles were the kind that you’re not supposed to be able to open, but this ketchup was disgustingly rancid. A weaker stomach than mine would have been put right off their dinner after that. A cheap dinner out turned into a good source of frustration (our waitress was slow on everything).
Dear temp agency agent, I know this is hard for your little pea-brain to grasp, but there are temps in this city who are looking for a specific type of work, in a specific location (i.e. accounting work in the north side of Calgary). I’ve told you this three times now; do you think maybe you could write it down next time? If you can match me to a job that meets my rigourous ( :rolleyes: ) criteria, we will both be happy, because I have 14 years experience doing this and I am very good at it. If you keep calling me for things I’ve said I don’t want, neither of us will be happy. Well, you probably will be, because your brain isn’t large enough to accommodate human thought and you’re quite content with the sound of the ocean between your ears.
If my arm doesn’t stop doing whatever the hell fucked up twitchy pulsing shit it’s doing, I’m going to cut it the fuck off. Seriously, I have no idea what the hell my bicep is doing but it needs to stop.
Would someone PLEASE explain to my 13 year old son that I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck?
And then will they remind him I’m PMS’ing?
Please?
Hey NinjaChick I became good with my a very good friend when she said she would shoot off her leg because of the pain but didn’t because she was convinced she would experience phantom pain. She’s very wise. You might want to reconsider.
New to the board, don’t know how to edit…sorry:smack:
Fuck fuck fuck-more seizures today-five so far. My doctor IS putting me back on my full dosage of Lamictal and I’m going to be on two types of meds, so I’ll be okay again (knock on wood, cross your fingers, say a prayer, etc), but until then, this fucking SUCKS.
