I hate...the phone. Really I do. I hate talking on it, I hate when the prat on the other end says goodbye then keeps talking for another FIFTEEN FUCKING MINUTES.
I hate small talk, when people I don't know...say 'hi' and 'bye' that's fine...but don't start a conversation. We don't know each other. I'm working right now and...I'm pretty sure their is nothing you can say that will hold my interest. Other then. 'LET'S PARTY!!'
I hate being tail gated. Seriously...it's...30MPH speed limit, I'm going 30MPH so...slow the fuck down...get off my ass and calm down. Nothing your going to is sooo important that you have to risk a cop pulling you over or, far more likely, a traffic accident.
I hate it when my friend helps himself to my internet connection with out asking. Then complains when something I do slows down his game of fucking league of legends. I don't care, if you want un slowed internet go home AND PAY FOR IT! Also when he goes on and on and on and on about how much minecraft skull fucks his tiny bandwagon brain it makes me to club him to death.
Oh oh: At work lots of church and religious people go there to shop. Many leave leaflets and little pamphlets, a lot with the art work of JACK FUCKING CHIC. And if you know that name. You know what I'm talking about. One time...I was pushing twelve carts up a slope and a guy actually stuck a church flyer in between my clenched fingers...don't do that. harassing me with cheap and stupid flyers isn't the way to get me to go to your church. If anything it's gonna make me angry.
I hate small talk, when people I don't know...say 'hi' and 'bye' that's fine...but don't start a conversation. We don't know each other. I'm working right now and...I'm pretty sure their is nothing you can say that will hold my interest. Other then. 'LET'S PARTY!!'
I hate being tail gated. Seriously...it's...30MPH speed limit, I'm going 30MPH so...slow the fuck down...get off my ass and calm down. Nothing your going to is sooo important that you have to risk a cop pulling you over or, far more likely, a traffic accident.
I hate it when my friend helps himself to my internet connection with out asking. Then complains when something I do slows down his game of fucking league of legends. I don't care, if you want un slowed internet go home AND PAY FOR IT! Also when he goes on and on and on and on about how much minecraft skull fucks his tiny bandwagon brain it makes me to club him to death.
Oh oh: At work lots of church and religious people go there to shop. Many leave leaflets and little pamphlets, a lot with the art work of JACK FUCKING CHIC. And if you know that name. You know what I'm talking about. One time...I was pushing twelve carts up a slope and a guy actually stuck a church flyer in between my clenched fingers...don't do that. harassing me with cheap and stupid flyers isn't the way to get me to go to your church. If anything it's gonna make me angry.