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-People who don't have their money ready when they are buying one or two items in the shop, or who pay by credit card. You fethers. I hope you die in a fire.

feth you too, buddy. So you have to wait three more seconds for me to pay with my debit card, somebody call the fething Waahmbulance.

As you can see I do that quite often...it's easier for me to whip my card out than it is to drive to my bank halfway across town and use the ATM.


Anyway, what I absolutely can not fething stand is driving. For starters I want to say I'm obviously not perfect, when I was fresh I fethed up a few times, got honked and sworn at on more than one occasion...there was even one night where, I don't want to say I was "stalked", but I fethed up in traffic accidentally cutting someone off (it was night, a town I'd never been in, and I was trying to find a place before it got late and they closed up shop), but after that happened I was pissed at myself and pulled into a grocery store parking lot to look at my directions while kicking my own ass, when the same car pulls up next to me in the parking lot, full of pissed off teenagers. Needless to say I didn't even look over, I put it in drive and got the feth out of town (one nerdy fething kid against a car full of road raging teens on a Friday night, who's going to win that one). But some of the things people do just boggles the fething mind, I really don't understand how these people can get their licenses...

My car (a rather nice one...or it used to be anyway, that I still owe over $5k on) has been hit in the rear, twice, while I was in a parking lot somewhere. Since I don't walk around the car and do an inspection every time I go out, I have no idea where it happened or who the hell hit me. Twice, and this last time (which happened a week or two ago) did some considerable damage to it...the trunk is actually bent in at the bottom where the name badge was (was), and bent up at the top so it isn't sitting flush anymore, and it'll probably never look right again...and the bumper looks like ass. Some of it will buff out, but it needs new paint anyway, and has a hole from what looks like a trailer hitch that needs filling...what I really want to know is how the feth can you hit a parked car, and why the feth would you just drive off? It wouldn't have even been so bad if the guy who hit me could have at least been honest and owned up to it. People are fething wretched, I swear to god.

Anyway, I don't want to turn this into a huge rant, but I really hate when people drive way too fething close (especially since people like driving halfway up my ass, as you can see above...$5,000, the car isn't even halfway paid off and it's already trashed, and it's not even my fault! God fething damn it!) or don't know how to signal. I don't know what's more irritating though, the people who never signal, or the ones who do it when they're already halfway into the other lane or wait until they're in the process of turning. What's the fething point!


I hate hypocritical donkey-caves, too. Much like garret's ball-punching bs, it seems to me there are a lot of people out there who think everything's funny so long as it doesn't happen to them. They're all "It's a joke, lighten up!" one minute, and then when you turn the tables they threaten to throw down over it, lol...

I hate it when you drive like heck to reach a shop before they close and then arrive only to find out they closed early.

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Green Blow Fly wrote:I hate it when you drive like heck to reach a shop before they close and then arrive only to find out they closed early.

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feth, that too. I was trying to go to an art store on a Saturday and they closed at 5:30 (wtf? kinda early), I pulled into the parking lot at 5:33...lol.

I always take my business elsewhere after those kinds of experiences.

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zatchmo wrote:So, there's this family in front of me at the checkout. They have a buggy load of grocery goodness. When the lady rings them up, it's just over $100. They swipe their foodstamp cards (the guy and gal weren't married, they were just "dating" they each had their own card!) and low and behold they have a combined total of $50 and change. So, they start putting stuff back. What do they put back? The raw meat, eggs, bread, and milk, etc. What do they keep? A boatload of frozen pizzas/dinners, a couple of 12 packs of Mt. Dew and each one of the group (there was at least five) got a candy bar and a 20 oz soda of their choice.

I was stunned.

What stuns me is this: If they are indeed the parents of the children with them, how the feth did you both get EBT cards? Hurm... This pisses me off. After returning to California from Colorado, when my wife (well, fiance at the time) applied for food stamps, she did so legitimately. She was living with my mom, while I was at a homeless shelter in the Bay Area, testing for Sony and saving money up. The shelter required that you get foodstamps and pitch in with buying food for everyone. I respect that. But, because we were both trying to get benefits and were not married and didn't live together, I was dubbed a non-custodial parent, and Child Support bent me over and .

I think the magic words here are "did so legitimately..."

Sidstyler wrote:I hate hypocritical donkey-caves, too. Much like garret's ball-punching bs, it seems to me there are a lot of people out there who think everything's funny so long as it doesn't happen to them. They're all "It's a joke, lighten up!" one minute, and then when you turn the tables they threaten to throw down over it, lol...

QFT What I hate more is when said "funny joke" man is in a forum, and calls you out for leaving the discussion due to dangerously high levels of nerdrage. He says, "That's fethed up! You can't leave now! You just said you and got all huffy, over what, a joke?"
You, sir, did not making it clear you were making a joke in a very serious forum discussion! If I humor you, and stay in this heated discussion, that you are nonchalantly making jokes that others think are your actual opinions, I think I will get suspended or banned...

Graffiti in toilets. I don't want to see some arsehole's artistic interpretation of the school principal giving head.

tblock1984 wrote:After returning to California from Colorado, when my wife (well, fiance at the time) applied for food stamps, she did so legitimately. She was living with my mom, while I was at a homeless shelter in the Bay Area, testing for Sony and saving money up.

What?

Seriously what? How does that work now? Was she living with your mom, or her mom; and how, at any rate, how do you get stuck in a shelter? Were you in the S.F.?

I have almost gotten in knife fights at shelters when I was on the streets man... they are not friendly, and I am seriously perplexed at your previous situation. The most dangerous part about my experience being homeless, was the time I spent at the homeless shelter. In six months there, I saw at least 5 fights, two of which ended with a gun; not being fired thankfully enough. If you were in S.F. at a shelter, I cannot imagine your situation being any different. Anybody I have known that was homeless in the city, raged about how preposterously cutthroat it was. These stories are basically what kept me from just traveling, instead of getting back into school and the like.

If I were ever to be homeless again, I would straight up move into the woods, rather than stay at some grimy ass shelter.

- Like your belongings? Like your shoes? Too fething bad, there is someone trying to steal them, and/or urinate in them.

- Need support? Too fething bad, the state is broke as a joke, and all services available are little more than money making schemes for the psychiatric industry.

- Want to just live in a van, trying to get by working 2 full time jobs, while attempting to do night school? TOO FETHING BAD!!! You suck, you are not human, and you deserve less than the state gives dogs. Go burn in hell hippy.

- Need help from a Church? Sure, why not, but remember that you are evil while your doing it... evil scummy people, that are so down and out, they can only serve as a punching bag for the slightly more fortunate.

One last thing, if you end up on the streets, remember this one thing. {You can get emotional, or you can survive...}

Cheese Elemental wrote:Graffiti in toilets. I don't want to see some arsehole's artistic interpretation of the school principal giving head.

you do however find a diamond in the ruff of a statement on a toilet door. the things i hate are:
1. children misbehaving to the point where they cause minor criminal damage and the parents watch on uncaringly.
2. outside my uni in hull is a zebra crossing, a busy one and there is still drivers(who can take more than one 5min diversion to get around it at 9 or 5) who honk there horns and get arsy with people crossing it.
3. putting dirty cutlery on the washed stuff rack
4. poeple (usually mid teens-early twentys) acting like alpha male gangsta's, who if meet by a actual alpha gangster would get there arse handed to them on a platter of back hand slaps
5. 20st+ women wearing anything with the word 'skinny' in it, the world doesn't need it
6. kids wearing abercrombe+finch (insert any overpriced clothes label here), they are douchebags in training, children should were knitted jumpers (one of the reasons why grannies exist) and tshirts with pictures of power rangers

Graffiti in toilets. I don't want to see some arseholes.

Me neither!

I hate other people's food. It smells and so do you, other people! feth off!

'Chicks' with an Adam's apple. Very disturbing.

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I hate it when your in a car with your buddies in traffic and some fether cuts you right up and when you follow him to politely tell him of his mistake he races off. Most rude. When I get my hands on him....

I hate people who write on road signs. (except the people who write Hammer time on the STOP signs...that always makes me laugh)
We got stuck in traffic last week and the emergency contact sign had the number painted out and someone had written "you deserve to be stuck here planet killer!" on the sign....
i hope the first person who does get stuck there and need assistance is some ponce in a electric car.

I hate people that are only friendly when they want something.

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I hate it when people interrupt themselves, and when they don't answer the question you ask, but instead answer the one they think you're asking.

Me: "So, what was the movie about?"

Girlfriend: "It was really good, it's sorta like, well, it's really dark and kinda scary and there's this group, and the one guy is sooo scary, and the hero is really cool, when he first came on the screen I actually squealed, and yeah, it was really good."

Me: *facepalm* "So, what was the movie about?"

Girlfriend: "Oh, scientists made zombies."

To be fair, she only really gets that way when she's really, really excited

Wrexasaur wrote:

tblock1984 wrote:After returning to California from Colorado, when my wife (well, fiance at the time) applied for food stamps, she did so legitimately. She was living with my mom, while I was at a homeless shelter in the Bay Area, testing for Sony and saving money up.

What?

Seriously what? How does that work now? Was she living with your mom, or her mom; and how, at any rate, how do you get stuck in a shelter? Were you in the S.F.?

We moved to Colorado because we thought it would be best for our family. Not as planned... Stupid blizzard... I was a temp and didn't receive snow pay. We could choose either rent or food, but not both. Bad prospect with a three month old...
We took our remaining money and bought Greyhound tickets on Christmas Eve. That was our Christmas present to each other. (Nerdrage went up a notch thinking about recent statement in another thread about non-Christians not deserving presents...) When we returned from Colorado, I had a job line up that would start in two weeks, but no place to stay. Before we left for Colorado, we had a beef with Kitten's mom, and staying with her was a little... awkward... My mother lived in Merced, a good hundred miles away. She said she would take care of Kitten (She who must be obeyed) and Zelda.

I remained in Hayward, staying at the Human Outreach Agency, commuting to Foster City to do 3rd party testing for SCEA. HOA was a pretty chill place. Pitch in with food stamps and follow the rules, and as long as you are looking for or have a job, you can stay until you get your gak together. Not like the sad, yet very true, reality of the homeless in SF. We eventually got over our beef with the mother-in-law, which is where we have been staying, as a family, ever since. Soon, though, we will have a place of our own. A wondrous place that didn't judge whether or not our family deserved a home because of a credit score and mistakes I made when I was young and stupid.

Melodrama. For instance-my parents are usually out of town, and Me and my sister are usually looked after by our 25 year old brother. My big sister (I'm the youngest of the family...sob ) takes these oppurtunities to have sex with her Boyfreind-as my brothers a preety layed back kinda' guy, he allows it. The problem is, my room is next to my sisters, which is where the "action " usually happens.

Anyway, last night was the worst. The screams were the loudest you could possibly imagine-I didn't even want to know what was going on in there, they didn't make that much noise normally. But in the end, I couldn't stand it. I got up and walked in, basically to tell her to STFU, and I found-they were just hugging. Nothing had happened (You get adept at telling when they have.). Yet, she was acting like it was the most "Romantic" thing she has ever done. Tired and pissed off, i went back to bed. So yeah, I hate melodrama .

@Zatchmo, on the frquency thing:

I hate Thomas the rage engine
Things that bother me are funny.Like Star trek ethics or Adeptus mechanicus.

Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:Melodrama. For instance-my parents are usually out of town, and Me and my sister are usually looked after by our 25 year old brother. My big sister (I'm the youngest of the family...sob ) takes these oppurtunities to have sex with her Boyfreind-as my brothers a preety layed back kinda' guy, he allows it. The problem is, my room is next to my sisters, which is where the "action " usually happens.

Anyway, last night was the worst. The screams were the loudest you could possibly imagine-I didn't even want to know what was going on in there, they didn't make that much noise normally. But in the end, I couldn't stand it. I got up and walked in, basically to tell her to STFU, and I found-they were just hugging. Nothing had happened (You get adept at telling when they have.). Yet, she was acting like it was the most "Romantic" thing she has ever done. Tired and pissed off, i went back to bed. So yeah, I hate melodrama .

I had the same problem once when I was staying at my friend's place. He had a few older friends there too and two of them started having sex loudly at about five in the morning when they thought everyone was asleep. It woke me up, and it was too loud for me to get back to sleep, so I went into the kitchen, grabbed a carving knife, and literally kicked open the door of their room (admittedly, it was already ajar...), screaming at them to shut the feth up at the top of my lungs and waving my knife around like Jason Vorhees.

Man, that felt good.

Note to self: do not piss off Cheese Elemental.

tblock1984 wrote:I remained in Hayward, staying at the Human Outreach Agency, commuting to Foster City to do 3rd party testing for SCEA. HOA was a pretty chill place. Pitch in with food stamps and follow the rules, and as long as you are looking for or have a job, you can stay until you get your gak together. Not like the sad, yet very true, reality of the homeless in SF. We eventually got over our beef with the mother-in-law, which is where we have been staying, as a family, ever since. Soon, though, we will have a place of our own. A wondrous place that didn't judge whether or not our family deserved a home because of a credit score and mistakes I made when I was young and stupid.

Apologies for my overreaction, even though I was not launching any sort of personal attack.

Way back when, my mother was working in the computer industry (Oracle and the like), and she had to commute something like 4 hours a day, it was absolutely ridiculous. I know how it is though, maintaining a career in that field, almost requires that you have extra time to commit at a moments notice. When my mother got to work from home finally (one of the most obvious 'benefits' to give automatically), she actually ended up working much more; partly because she was pretty much a workaholic, no matter how you slice it.

Thankfully, I have always known the dangers of credit, and how quickly something like that can set you back. While most of my friends were getting credit cards for "extracurricular college expenses", I was looking into what it would take to get a loan for a small business. It did not take me very long to realize exactly how the system works... wanna be broke fast? Get a credit card or two .

Good to hear that you have worked things out though mate.

Wrexasaur wrote:Apologies for my overreaction, even though I was not launching any sort of personal attack.

NP, I didn't see it as a personal attack.

What bothers me greatly lately is the stupid Kit Kat commercial on TV, it's probably twice as loud as the regular commercials and consists of people breaking the Kit Kats and stuffing them in their faces. So basically it consists of loud snapping/crunching sounds and people smacking their lips and going "mmmm".
Makes me actually mute the TV when it comes on.

Also people with tongue piercings. I'm not against them having them, but that they have to always play with the tongue stud and show it to people. No, really. I don't want to see what you put in your mouth.

MadEdric wrote:Also people with tongue piercings. I'm not against them having them, but that they have to always play with the tongue stud and show it to people. No, really. I don't want to see what you put in your mouth.

I am curious... What do you mean by playing with them? I think simply sticking the stud out and rolling it on my lips helps me think. In fact, I am doing it right now.
Now, if the dude is just like, "Look at my awesome tongue piercing!" That is kinda douchy...

I hate it when the TV news people try to make smalltalk between stories. It makes them seem like complete idiots. It's always completely insincere and obviously not scripted, which just lets you know how dull these people are when they don't have a teleprompter to read from.

you should have asked for some sloppy seconds dude.

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Cheese Elemental wrote:

Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:Melodrama. For instance-my parents are usually out of town, and Me and my sister are usually looked after by our 25 year old brother. My big sister (I'm the youngest of the family...sob ) takes these oppurtunities to have sex with her Boyfreind-as my brothers a preety layed back kinda' guy, he allows it. The problem is, my room is next to my sisters, which is where the "action " usually happens.

Anyway, last night was the worst. The screams were the loudest you could possibly imagine-I didn't even want to know what was going on in there, they didn't make that much noise normally. But in the end, I couldn't stand it. I got up and walked in, basically to tell her to STFU, and I found-they were just hugging. Nothing had happened (You get adept at telling when they have.). Yet, she was acting like it was the most "Romantic" thing she has ever done. Tired and pissed off, i went back to bed. So yeah, I hate melodrama .

I had the same problem once when I was staying at my friend's place. He had a few older friends there too and two of them started having sex loudly at about five in the morning when they thought everyone was asleep. It woke me up, and it was too loud for me to get back to sleep, so I went into the kitchen, grabbed a carving knife, and literally kicked open the door of their room (admittedly, it was already ajar...), screaming at them to shut the feth up at the top of my lungs and waving my knife around like Jason Vorhees.

Man, that felt good.

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I hate it when someone says something like "Oh really?" when they know exactly what it is that is going on.

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tblock1984 wrote:

MadEdric wrote:Also people with tongue piercings. I'm not against them having them, but that they have to always play with the tongue stud and show it to people. No, really. I don't want to see what you put in your mouth.

I am curious... What do you mean by playing with them? I think simply sticking the stud out and rolling it on my lips helps me think. In fact, I am doing it right now.
Now, if the dude is just like, "Look at my awesome tongue piercing!" That is kinda douchy...

It's the constant sticking it out, rolling over the lips, clicking it against the teeth and yes, pretty much begging people to look at it.
Doing it occasionally is no problem, but I swear most people I know that have pierced tongues cannot keep their tongue in their mouths now.
It's also the doing it while talking with someone. Now if someone on the bus across the aisle did it, I'd probably have no problem, but if I'm talking to a coworker and all they can do is play with their tongue stud the whole time.. I wanna smack em. If I'm at a counter and the clerk is playing with their tongue stud, I wanna smack em.

Irrational, most likely. It still bugs the heck out of me.

I hate it when a store keeps sell merchandise whose expiration date has passed.

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Green Blow Fly wrote:I hate it when a store keeps sell merchandise whose expiration date has passed.

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Do you mean ones that sell them OFD on purpose or when they haven't got round to checking their stock?

I used to pop into a shop every now and then and they always had a large round container with various items on sale that were out of date, sometimes it was even bread and things like that. Certain foods can last a good while after the sell/use by date but bread and dairy products?!?!

Yep that's it mate.

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Those "teenage alarm thingy" frequencies?

I'm 41 and can still hear them. I can't hear a batch of other frequencies, but I hear them just fine.
(had severe hearing issues up to the age of 5. Was "profoundly" deaf in fact. Surgery could (and did) remedy it and gave me back some 80% - but it's not 0-79%. It's patchy and I have dropouts - generally in the range of human vocal frequencies.).