Hummers (the vehicle).
Paris Hilton, Nicky Hilton, Mary-Kate and Ashley, Britney Spears-Federline, you get the picture.
Quark Xpress version 6.0 for Mac OSX.
day light savings time
my soon-to-be ex, right behind his sister
12 hour shifts with no breaks
taxes
Spiders.
that reminds me,
FLEAS!!
when i bought the house, with a fresh new baby, there were no fleas. guess they had just bombed the house when we were looking at it. we don’t have any pets, but the fleas were so bad in this house, they even got in my car. they would get you on the concrete floor in the basement! and we couldn’t bomb, with the brand new baby. flea busters came out, and in only 4-8 weeks, they were gone… oh, and older brother is allergic to them too. you tell a 4 year old he can’t play on the carpet…
Well, maybe it’s because most Dopers agree with me that telephone solicitors are more suited to Circle 9 of Dante’s Inferno than to Orwell’s Room 101…
I humbly nominate the Snuggle Bear, as well as Droppy, the shades-wearing lemon who pitches Joy dishwashing liquid. Anyone who’s seen the latter’s commercials should realize Droppy’s true raison d’être is not making glasses and plates sparkle, but cuckolding housewives’ husbands.
A few more:
Pit bull type dogs - you should not have any animal in your home that can duff you up.
Woodchip wallpaper, pebledash fronting and artex ceilings - they may have seemed the height od sophistication when put on but you are stuck with them FOREVER.
Makeover shows on the telly - oh just fuck off the lot of you.
Homophobic music acts trying to hide behind their “culture” to excuse themselves - Here’s a thing Beanie Man et al - wearing thick gold chains and clothes that look like pyjamas is not a fucking “culture” it just looks like you can’t dress yourselves. Piss off you talentless bigoted wankers.
“label” clothes eg Prada, Stone Island, Burberry Aquascutum (can you see a trend developing here?) Paying a monkey for a jacket that looks like a snide from hoxton market is not big nor is it clever. Labels are for pikeys. Grow up and get some proper togs.
Cars with big bass speakers and very loud stereos - Just accept you’ve got little cocks and get on with it.
The working class. That don’t work. What are they for then?
Sod knows. They’ve got no class either.
I’m afraid I’m pulling me Metrics out of the room, and putting the English measurement system into the room. I’m sick of slugs, BTU’s, Refrigeration Tons, and other abominations of idiocy. Gimme grams, liters and meters and I’ll let you have the rods, furlongs, feet, miles, stone, and other measurements based on silly things.
(Of course there are still silly units in the metric system, too: Barns, shakes, etc…)
- Hangovers
- Spammers (sits them down with the telemarketers, and chucks an incendiary grenade in that general direction as he closes the door behind him).
People who keep referring to the U.S. Standard system of measurement as the English system. England went metric long ago.
Tailgaters
People who sprinkle their conversations with, “like”. “I mean”, “you know”, “You know what I mean?”. Let them bore each other."
Ahem…speed limits are in miles. Milk is sold in pints. Beer is sold in pints. People routinely announce their weight and height in pounds and ounces and feet and inches.
Soccer pitches and cricket pitches are measured in yards.
Three little words:
negative campaign ads.
And since I’ll be dropping the ads off in room 101, I’m sneaking the metric system out with me under my jacket when I come back out.
This thread is misguided. Two types of people emerge from Room 101. People who have been completely broken, and people who have been broken of their fear of Room 101.
Just because Winston was completely broken does not mean all these things you’ve choosen to send to Room 101 will not return stronger than when you sent them away.
It’s been a long time but I thought Room 101 breaks everybody. At least I don’t remember any information to the contrary. I hope it doesn’t but happy endings were a bit too Hollywood for Orwell.