The spite, hate, rage, apathy and mild irritation thread...

[spacelordmother]

Just tell girls that you're part of a very exclusive organisation, but you can't tell them much about it, as the details are fuzzy.

[snipelfritz]

I just realized today is the day in my Cross-Cultural Communication class when we talk about nonverbal communication aka the day I have to sit through the same lecture I've heard more times than I can remember because every single class in communications (my major) does it. And I've even heard this same instructor give this lecture before.

This is just going to make me even antsier than I already am. So I need to ask myself, how do I balance my levels of varying intoxicants to keep the class interesting without being beligerent?

[D.o.S.]

you can just snipelditch it?

[Achtane]

[IEatCats]

One of my internet-friends is upset at me over something completely hilarious that I didn't even do.

I feel like I should be upset by it, but it's honestly just funny. It's going here, because I don't know where else to put it.

[IEatCats]

Sometimes I make friends on Omegle when nobody's on facebook.

Sometimes I add those friends to my facebook, if they seem like cool people and we listen to similar music.

Sometimes, after I've added them to my facebook, I discover that I've been talking to a 16 year old girl.

Sometimes, I feel like an accidental creep. :|

[snipelfritz]

Turns out the ex-boyfriend is more of a part of the equation than I thought.

Now I gotta be in suspense until Sunday.

[RR Bigman]

or u could always pull the larry david, and just admit that you are not a cool guy up front....it worked on xena: warrior princess

I guess it would depend on the individual young (or mature) lady. I just have a habit of ending up with girls who like over confident douchebags and sometimes my fellas need lovin more than my integrity (read: underachieving mid 20s loser self) would normally allow.

[snipelfritz]

I never know if I'm supposed to work at 5 or 6.

[Officer Bukowski]

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wTAD-UwKi0[/youtube]

[jfrey]

Car started breaking down on the way home from work. Only just managed to get home. Need it for work tomorrow. Hopefully some place can look at it quick early in the morning.

[futuresailors]

WHY ARE MOTORCYCLES SO LOUD? IF I HAD A MOTORCYLE I'D WANT THAT SHIT NINJA SILENT. LIKE A NINJACYCLE.

AND WHY DO THEY DRIVE THROUGH MY SIDESTREET INSTEAD OF THE MAIN ROAD THE NEXT BLOCK OVER? IF THEY WERE ON NINJACYCLES I WOULDN'T EVEN KNOW. BUT THEY'RE NOT. THEY'RE ON SOME LOUD ASS SHIT.

[Achtane]

WHY ARE MOTORCYCLES SO LOUD? IF I HAD A MOTORCYLE I'D WANT THAT SHIT NINJA SILENT. LIKE A NINJACYCLE.

AND WHY DO THEY DRIVE THROUGH MY SIDESTREET INSTEAD OF THE MAIN ROAD THE NEXT BLOCK OVER? IF THEY WERE ON NINJACYCLES I WOULDN'T EVEN KNOW. BUT THEY'RE NOT. THEY'RE ON SOME LOUD ASS SHIT.

I used to live in Providence, RI. Since I'd never lived in a city before, I didn't think very carefully about choosing a 2nd floor apartment, right at a major intersection. It took me a LONG time before I could sleep through the night, between general traffic, loud music, the fire station a block away... But all of that PALED in comparison to the loud pipe harley guys.

There was a sport-bike bar right up the street. Never bothered me, even though it was a bunch of no-gear squids on literbikes with chicken strips a mile wide. I even saw one of them crash taking a simple right hand turn at walking speed; overrevved, spun the rear tire, and off he went. I didn't think you could highside at 5 mph, but you can. Despite their ineptitude, those guys were quiet, and never bothered me.

But the Harley guys... They would sit at the light and just rev and rev and rev. One of the streets I lived next to had several bars on it, and when they let out at night, you'd have 10 or 15 bikers just sitting there, waiting for the light to turn green, yanking on their throttle like a teenager who just discovered masturbation. Then when the light turned green, for fuck's sake they'd pin it, and the noise would echo off the buildings.

Since I didn't own an air conditioner, I had to sleep with my windows open to keep the apartment cool and comfortable. That also meant I could hear EVERYTHING. There were some nights I lay awake, fantasizing about hiding on a roof with a rifle, and every time some limp-dick harley loser revved his engine for no reason, just popping a round through his skull. Not like he's wearing a helmet. No-one would hear the shot over his loud pipes; how many bikers could I kill before someone noticed?

My only consolation is knowing that they will probably get horribly killed in what would otherwise be a minor accident. I also love seeing towns pass "no straight pipe" ordinances. The Harley riders always complain about their rights and their freedoms and how are they supposed to know if their pipes are legal in one town but not legal in another. Here's how : Just have quiet fucking pipes!

[futuresailors]

IT'S NO LAUGHING MATTER. I'M IN THE HOOD. WE STAB PEOPLE FOR THEIR COATS WHILE THEY'RE WAITING FOR FRIED CHICKEN AT NOON.

[IEatCats]

I used to live in Providence, RI. Since I'd never lived in a city before, I didn't think very carefully about choosing a 2nd floor apartment, right at a major intersection. It took me a LONG time before I could sleep through the night, between general traffic, loud music, the fire station a block away... But all of that PALED in comparison to the loud pipe harley guys.

There was a sport-bike bar right up the street. Never bothered me, even though it was a bunch of no-gear squids on literbikes with chicken strips a mile wide. I even saw one of them crash taking a simple right hand turn at walking speed; overrevved, spun the rear tire, and off he went. I didn't think you could highside at 5 mph, but you can. Despite their ineptitude, those guys were quiet, and never bothered me.

But the Harley guys... They would sit at the light and just rev and rev and rev. One of the streets I lived next to had several bars on it, and when they let out at night, you'd have 10 or 15 bikers just sitting there, waiting for the light to turn green, yanking on their throttle like a teenager who just discovered masturbation. Then when the light turned green, for fuck's sake they'd pin it, and the noise would echo off the buildings.

Since I didn't own an air conditioner, I had to sleep with my windows open to keep the apartment cool and comfortable. That also meant I could hear EVERYTHING. There were some nights I lay awake, fantasizing about hiding on a roof with a rifle, and every time some limp-dick harley loser revved his engine for no reason, just popping a round through his skull. Not like he's wearing a helmet. No-one would hear the shot over his loud pipes; how many bikers could I kill before someone noticed?

My only consolation is knowing that they will probably get horribly killed in what would otherwise be a minor accident. I also love seeing towns pass "no straight pipe" ordinances. The Harley riders always complain about their rights and their freedoms and how are they supposed to know if their pipes are legal in one town but not legal in another. Here's how : Just have quiet fucking pipes!

Oh my God, I sympathize so much with this. My first apartment was on the busiest intersection in my medium sized, two college town. It was a 3 month lease, and it took the first month to get used to the constant cars, ambulances, firetrucks, police cars, crosswalk beeps, and college kids. There's not an abundance of bikers here, but we do have idiots in shit cars with massive subs. There was some dude who would ride around in a minivan with the bass cranked so loud that it would rattle shit in my kitchen, which wasn't even FACING the street.

I miss the fuck out of that apartment.