i. imaginary numbers. Fuck that.
6.022137 x 10[SUP]23[/sup]. The fucking old lady in front of me at the post office who needs sixteen different types of stamp and wants to pay for them in fucking pennies and pocket lint.
Also I think genocide belongs somewhere on this list.
*…are the stupidest people…
1000006(7a). People who ignore my large, RED, **NO SALES PEOPLE **sign and pound on my door at supper time. Then when I point it out to them they tell me “oh, I’m not selling anything” as they give me a brochure for vinyl siding. I LIVE IN A BRICK HOUSE, MAGOO!:mad:
1000006(7b). Vinyl siding.
(N+1)[SUP]2[/SUP] Algebra.
N²+2N+1: jackasses with music cranked up so loud my car windows rattle. Why do they always have such crappy music?
Blood Sucking Parasites: Mosquitos, Bed Bugs, Gnats, Chiggers, Leeches, Biting Flies.
FUCK EVERY LAST ONE OF YOUR PARASITIC ASSES.
Die and leave us happier for your passing.
Seattle slug oozing through your toes when you took your chances going barefoot and without glasses to grab the paper.
I hate that shit too. Fuck.
Maybe they think they are the social elite.
1338b. Or when which door happens to be open changes every day. Bonus points when each of the two doors opens in a different direction (the cafeteria at work is like that, if the left one is open you have to push but if it’s the right that’s open you have to pull).
42 or so. Dudes who share their music with the world. I don’t care whether it’s Metallica, Beethoven, Mojinos Escozíos or Daddy Yankee: if I can hear it inside my house with the windows closed, it’s way too loud.
e. A couple of months and it’s absolutely great!
e) Slug on your pillow giving you big wet slug kisses as you sleep
e^2) Flat slug under your pillow, discovered on changing the sheets
e^3) Fried slug in the electric plug blowing all your fuses
e^4) The look on the electrician’s face as he gently removes said slug.
Garter snake getting between your flip flop and your foot when you’re eight years old and running down the hill to the pond at your grandparents’ house, then coming up with the flip-flop when you pick up your foot.
That happened to my sister, not me, but she’s never gotten over it.
I’m picturing that garter snake dance as my usual spider dance, raised to the power of about three.
IIRC Seattle Slug was the name of a really slow race horse, right?
I’ll never understand why people on escalators don’t stand on the right so people who don’t want to stand there like a lazy idiot can pass them on the left.
People who drive like the road is their special place. Zooming to the end of an on ramp and forcing their way onto the highway, or realizing they need to turn right but they’re in the left lane and they’ve got 20 feet to get over and make the turn.
People who get in the left lane on the highway and drive slower than me (and don’t move out of the way).
Those same jackasses speeding up after I have passed them and riding my tail, then when I move out of the way (right away) they slow down to their previous speed so I have to pass them again. It’s not a fucking competition buddy.
People who decide to just make a second line because they don’t feel like waiting in the first line, even though it makes the most sense.
Fucking Twitter.
People driving slower than me, who speed up when I try to pass them. There should be a special circle in hell just for them.
And people who don’t use cruise control. They want the freedom to vary their cruising speed depending on mood and the number of shiny objects around them.
Just reading that made my eye twitch. That is exactly my sentiment. I know how to get along with people. I need to be taught chemistry and biology and all kinds of other stuff, but I get along with people because I have to. I’m decent at it. I do not need to be taught how to move within our society. If I get a job wherein my employer tries to give me a group “project” I’ll do it while I look for another job where I get to be the only person responsible for my “grade” in the workplace. I’m an adult. I can do my own crap. Making me be responsible for four other people’s performance (all of whom I have 20 years on) is an asshole thing to do because chances are, I’m the one going to get screwed.
Also:
Originally posted by NinjaChick
Mol!! 
See, I do pay attention in chem class. I don’t need the kids to get in my way while I’m learning important stuff!
You folks who are bitching about this drew the wrong lesson from it. It’s not about socializing or even teamwork. It’s about learning that many of your peers and colleagues are stupid or lazy or both, and can’t be depended on, and how you will have to do their work so you don’t get boned, and then they will still get credit for the work you ended up doing.
It’s a really important thing to know.