I pit my auto insurance company who forces customers to CALL THEM in order to get access to their website and online bill-paying/claims filing- BECAUSE IT COMPLETELY UNDERCUTS THE ENTIRE POINT OF HAVING SUCH A WEBSITE!
I pit Rodney Allen Rippey and the people who were given the task of making a commercial for Jack in the Box back in the 70’s and thought to themselves, “Well, having people who can actually sing has been done before, so it’ll be really different and cute if we cast somebody who can’t sing”, thus dooming us to a never-ending series of commercials with “real people” singing jingles badly because for some reason that makes the product look more appealing than, you know, talent.
To various unidentified coworkers: GODDAMMIT, if you just look up to the transom window and see that the light in the bathroom is on, you can deduce that someone is IN the bathroom, and you don’t have to rattle the locked door like a crazed buffalo trying to get in, scaring the BEJEEZUS out of the poor person inside, who is having a bit of a personal moment and is now too freaked out to continue!
Fucking Camels.
Well, shit, stop fucking camels! You perv.
Camels need love, too, you insensitive clod!
Back pain, can’t you just let the prescriptions do their thing?
Prescriptions, why can’t you just do your thing and give me a little break from the back pain?
Hampsters, why must you always eat my posts?
Lady, it is your job to instill values in your child such as washing hands before a meal; it is not my responsibility as a day camp counselor to do so–I only see your child for a few hours a week; I certainly don’t mind double checking to see that your child has washed her hands, but when you basically tell me to teach your 8-year-old child to wash her hands, I get angry; as my co-counselor said (in private, to me only), “Do you want us to teach her how to wipe front to back as well?”
I pit the road construction that has shut down a 100 yard section of the main road for me to get anywhere and the detour takes me 20 minutes of lollygagging around where I want to go.
I also pit the wonderfully helpful lady at the independant children’s book store that i went to today for her ability to pick out about 7 books that were perfectfor what I wanted and the fact I had $8.00 to work with. How dare she be so efficent and knowledgeable.
Ok, ceiling fan, that’s TWO nights in a row that you’ve tried to kill me; get outta my nightmares and let me sleep.
are semi-colons allowed?
Ignorant fuck who turns his/her flashers on simply because it’s raining, as if I’m somehow going to see you better - I hate you.
I unreservedly third this pitting!
I found out today that my boss goes through everyone’s mail before we get it, or if we get it, I guess I should say.
I pit the next person who pits George W. Bush or Michael Moore upon the grounds that those two horses have not only beaten to death, but they’ve been ground to a pulpy stew of skin, hair and bones already.
Yes, but only if some future poster pits them.
Fucking semicolons, it’s, overused “that”, ordered lists that should be unordered (and the reverse) and non-parallel lists! Where did you go to tech writing class, O my predecessor? On some tropical island where indexes are unknown?
Isn’t that “indeces”? 