We all have those moments when we really want to give the other a piece of our mind, with no punches pull, no understatement and no regard for political correctness, but just can’t. You can do it in this thread instead! Just put down what you really wanted to say here. It’ll be cathartic, I promise you! Context is optional.
“It’s not my fault that you’re stupid”
“You’re thinking. Now that’s progress!”
“If I ever hear you shouting into my ear again I will personally gag you with a three day old banana.”
I’m pretty easy going and dont often feel the need to put someone in their place. I am amused when I can diss an idiot whithout them even knowing about it.
One thing that drives me to snark is some of the food threads in CS, so I avoid them 90% of the time.
Ever since I’ve been here, you’ve been telling me you want to know my opinion of things, anything at all, big or small, good or bad. And the first time I tell you something that isn’t what you want to hear, you tell me “enough with the fuckin’ attitude, corkboard!”
You’re problem, asshole, is you have to make up your fucking mind about what you want. If you want my opinion, I’ll give it to you but if you have a problem with it, go fuck yourself. You shouldn’t have asked.
To my sister in law: I don’t care what you think the invisible man in the sky thinks about any public policy issue, please stop using your mythology as evidence to support a secular argument.
I saw a girl yesterday wearing yoga pants with “Truth or Dare” emblazoned across the ass. The truth is that lycra is a privilege, not a right, and she hadn’t earned it. My tongue, still bleeding.
Dear Mom,
You never call me. The last time you called me was in fall of 2009. When I call you, you never, ever ask me how I’m doing. You suck in the mothering department.
You want me to re-do your bill. Granted you have one printed with an old address, I’m happy to get you a duplicate. Or even just a statement to your new address. But you want the entire re-bill, with the account re-opened, re-closed & re- final billed. :dubious:
Just One Little Old Thing:
We have more data now & it looks like you used $60 more service than we final billed you for. As it stands now, the company has closed the account & is willing to let it go. So, if you want that account re-opened, reanalyzed, and re-closed YOUR WAY, its going to be about $60 higher.
You already have a bill in your hand. You could pay it, skate, and have a nice day. You gain nothing by this re-do but vanity (and being a d-ck). And I’m giving you every f-cking clue in the freaking world that doing this will cost you more money.
Q: Just How Much Of An Idiot Are You???
No matter, I’ll do it your way: So, which are you more today? Greedy? Or Stupid?
Your call…
“Squirting does not involve any fluids that are yellow. What happens when you’re in bed is variously referred to as incontinence or watersports depending upon the community you’re in.”
Still haven’t told her, even after having that thread.
“Seriously? My header row is the wrong color green? I swear, if you ask for corn-flower blue next, I’m starting a fight club in the basement, and you’re up first whether you want to be or not!”
I’m afraid that when I grow old I will lose my filter. Right now I just think “You freakin idiot”. In twenty or thirty years, will I just be saying it?
“Crack a fucking book!”, I never say it, but I often think it.
“What’s wrong with you?”, I rarely say this to anyone, except my spouse, but I’m trying to quit!
“Seriously? Seriously? How, exactly, is it not self evident that…blah, blah…cannot possibly work?” Again, I think it, but I don’t often say anything. I figure if you’re so dense this is not self evident to you, then why should I bother trying to explain?
…Even if I didn’t know you worked in a library I’d know from this statement. Seriously, I try to be happy they’ve brought their little hellspawn, but they need to learn the rules of the library!
Then again, adults no longer feel the need to be quiet in the library, where are the kids going to learn?
I know. Nobody begrudges a teething infant who can’t stop crying. But there’s no reason the parent has to be so disrespectful to the rest of us that they don’t get out when it won’t stop.
To my brother-in-law - you are a crappy salesperson who couldn’t sell houses in Calgary when houses went on the market and sold in minutes. You knew we were going to sell our house, and you never bothered to consult us about whether we would use you as a real estate agent or not, just assuming that you would get the sale, and you DIDN’T GET THE SALE because you didn’t ask for it and you didn’t deserve it. Now, three years later, you still don’t talk to us because we thought we should get someone competent to help us with the biggest purchase most people ever make and it’s somehow OUR fault that your feelings got hurt? Grow up! Get over yourself! And, by the way, your not talking to us and cutting us out of your family’s life has been a gift to us. Thanks for being a stupid, childish idiot - it’s made our lives better.
Whew, that was almost three years coming.
Oh, and pull up your damned pants. ETA: That wasn’t aimed at my brother-in-law, but at all the people in Calgary whose pants are not pulled up.
