Pet Peeves

Mar 17, 2008

~Nails on a chalkboard.


~ People who chew with their mouth open/talk with a huge mouthful of food.


~ People who talk really loudly on their cell phones when I’m trying to eat. Worse: people who have those damn walkie-talkie cell phones. Now I get to hear BOTH sides of the conversation! Spectacular.


~Men who treat women as "less than" by default based simply because they are a woman. I wish men could expirience that- having anything and everything about you negated solely based on your gender. They would finally understand where our bitchyness comes from.


~ Uptight people. They are usually yuppies. They are some of the most judgemental, narrow-minded motherfuckers I’ve ever met, and I want to trout-slap every last one of them. Or buy the biggest black dildo I can find with a harness, and donkey punch the living fuck out of them. That would be nice, too.


~ Loud frat boys screaming up and down the Jersey coast or night club for no fucking reason other than they’re three and a half sheets to the wind. I hope they wander into the ocean and never come back.


~ People who try to be funny all the time to be the center of attention. You’re not funny, you’re just annoying and obnoxious as hell; knock it the fuck off and sit down already.


~ Chicks who say "like" every other word, and pull their voices up? At the end of every sentence? So that it sounds like their asking a question? DIE.


~ People who say "nucular". It’s N-U-C-L-E-A-R, Mr. Bush Jr, N-U-C-L-E-A-R. If you actually stayed awake at Yale instead of sitting in the stalls snorting coke off your fellow classmates ass, maybe you’d know that by now.


~ White boys who are from the most affluent neighborhoods ever trying to act like they’re from the ghetto. I went to Burl’ton City High School (yeah that’s right; we pronounce it BURL’TON ’round here), one of the most ghetto high schools on God’s green earth. You wouldn’t last two fucking minutes at my school, Powder. Stop doing such a sucky job at imitating Eminem, take off the bling you bought at the Pennsauken Mart and SHUT. THE FUCK. UP.