You know who you are!
Yes, I am perfectly aware of who I am.
That doesn’t answer why you have your shorts in a bunch, who you’re annoyed with, why you can’t express yourself clearly, what justifies your anger, why any of us should care about your emotional eruptions, or precisely how you think a cryptic, juvenile tantrum is anything but boring.
Care to elucidate?
Veb
That’s always good. But I don’t mean you. I mean all the people that tick me off. Off the top o’ my head:
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[li]The people who drive down my street at 40 mph, when there are little kids on the avenue.[/li][li]People who mumble so you can’t hear what they say. Endless talking is okay, but not mumbling![/li][li]Those who fake an understanding in everything. A little faking I tolerate, but not everything.[/li][li]Ice cream trucks with the annoying “Pop Goes the Weasel” song.[/li][li]Flavored Ice Trucks. You think it’s ice cream, but once you get up there you see it’s ice, and you end up buying ice and not ice cream.[/li][li]The buttholes across the street who park their van across from our driveway so it’s hard for us to back out.[/li][li]Those who overuse abbreviations, or those who make up their own abreviations.[/li][li]etc.[/li][/ul]
Especially flavored ice trucks. I hate them.
Life is a bitch, and then you die.
Woody: you started out poorly, but the 2nd post is not a bad rant at all. 
I agree with most of your “pet peeves”.
I am sorry, but being a bad typist, I DO tend to make up “abbrev.” I’ll try not to do it when repling to your posts, but… 
Don’t forget the taxes.
Allow me to assist you in expressing your outrage towards the FlavorIce truck. Around these here parts we call him the “Snow Cone Man”, and there isn’t a parent within 100 miles who doesn’t cordially detest him and his rustbucket, with its ailing, wheezing music box that sounds like it dates from World War I, playing no recognizable tune that anyone I know has been able to discover. We’ve come to the conclusion that it’s an aborted attempt by particularly clueless aliens to brainwash us with music, only they got the wrong species, so now every time he drives down our street, box elder bugs start dropping out of the trees and staggering towards his truck, only nobody has ever noticed, because he always drives off before they can mob him, begging him to be their master.
Not to mention the fact that he wants 50 cents for two ice cubes’ worth of shaved ice, how much does an ice cube cost anyway, buddy, and 3 cents worth of sugar syrup. He must be really socking it away, launder it through the Caymans.
P.S. Did you know that the Human Genome Project has now found the gene that makes it impossible for a parent to say “no” to a small child who is begging for a snow cone from the Snow Cone Man? I believe there is an upcoming article in the journal Nature speculating on the possible value of this gene in a primitive hunter/gatherer culture out on the African savannah.
You know, as far as morons go, I’ve always been considered reasonably intelligent.
On behalf of all of my fellow speeding mumblers who fake knowledge in virtually every subject …
lick my groin!
That said, I rather agree with you on the ice cream truck music. Doesn’t it seem to be getting louder each year, and the recording more distorted and lame?
And sock puppets… don’t even get me started on sock puppets.
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[li]People who get other people to email you “cheer up” crap.[/li][/ul]
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[li]People who plagarize my posts.[/li][/ul]
“Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”
Wait…I meant um, contrapos…
Redundant! Yeah. So who’s the doper now?
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[li]People who make a “…” when what they really need is either a period or an ellipsis.[/li][/ul]
People who send me endless spam about:
The headless footless armless goatless boy from Banglahootlagooshen who will get ten dollars from Bill Gates if I just forward this e-mail to twenty five of my closest friends.
Here is an angel with broken wings and a piece of steel re-bar through her head. Show me you care and send her back to me or else your dog will die a horrible vomitous death and all your hair will fall out. Then your dead dog’s hair will fall out. So there.
Return this e-mail to us and win a free trip to Diz-knee-land, or a visit from the American Cancer Society, we’re just not sure which.
“I Love You” and I just gave your computer the clap.
People who appear on TeeVee and say “Hi. We’re Microsoft. We’re the good guys.”