3:22 PM - Thursday, May. 11, 2006
You Tell Them Timmy
That's to all you assholes who decided to drive in front of me this morning.
Why do the most retarded drivers get in my way? And I don't mean grandma drivers, I mean full blooded young, vigorous people driving, like idiots, in front, of me. Yes, stupid drivers are one of my all time pet-peeves. Everyone has pet peeves, even your mom. And grandma. And one of hers may be drivers like me. ha!
So for shits and giggles, and because I like to complain, here are some more of my pet peeves:
Brown-nosers.
Liars.
Roaches. Wait, scratch that, and move to "Things that will make me crap in my pants".
Boring work days.
Nonsmokers who cough/give dirty looks/get pissy because I'm OUTSIDE smoking. Fuck you. I'm drinking a beer and smoking outside because cunts like you can't stand smoke in a pub. Now take it.
Being cut off mid-sentence. Damn, if you ask me to spill my guts about the man who rammed me up the ass last night and never called back, make damn sure I have your full attention because there is nothing that pisses me off more when I'm crying, sobbing my way through a heartbreaking story to hear "oh hold on, i've got another call on the line....."
Country rap.
Skinny bitches. I hate you all.
Ok I'm going to my corner to eat the rest of these Funyuns......
