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BURN IN HELL DUSTIN ROWLES, you and all your Jar Jar Trek loving kind.

You bastard.

9/11 conspiaracy theorists.

I NEVER entertain those vicious little Truther bastards. Yet, for some reason, I did yesterday. And now I think I'm just angry at myself for stooping to their level. That and the fact that if I simply continue to ignore them as I have in the past - as oppose to endlessly and pointlessly debating their "evidence" - they will believe they have won.

They have won. They really fucking have.

I hate traffic that prevents me to making it to a Jim Henson exhibit, unexplained hickeys, my second floor hipster neighbor who never says hi or smiles back and who plays the accordion outside at 1:00am, sprained thumbs, and my step mother for being a mustached ho-muffin.

Mmmm, cupcakes.

Oh yeah, oooooh yeah.

Let me tell you about about a man named Steve.

I was visiting a friend down in Florida, and it happened that he was throwing a great party at his house. Well, everything is going great, people are shooting the shit, having a good time. Then, Steve shows up. Now at this point, I didn't know the guy, but right away my friend got that "not this fucking asshole" look on his face. He wasn't being too bad at first, but after he got a couple drinks in him, he started hitting on girls. Now, as a sidenote, Steve loved calling people "fucking moron" in the most nasally, douchetastic voice ever. Well, there was one girl he was hounding after in particular, who wasn't appreciating it. So I went over to tell him to kindly fuck off. This ended up in him calling me a "fucking moron" and telling me to suck a dick. After this my friend threw him out of the party, because there was about to be a fight. However, Steve was persistent. I hear a knock on a back window of the house, and I look out, and the idiot is standing there yelling "You fucking morons! You better let me back in." I decide to go take care of this problem. I, once again, tell him to go fuck off, not so kindly this time. This yields the same results, so I start to walk away, but the motherfucker tries to punch me from behind. I hear him coming, turn around and slug him as a hard as I can. Asshole just sprawls on the beach. So I leave him to rest for a while, but 30 minutes later, I hear the knocking again. And again, it's Steve! This time, both me and my friend go out. He sees us, starts running towards his car. He finally gets in, goes home. As I go home with the one girl, I see him on the side of the road, being arrested, and I yell "you fucking moron!" as we drive by. The last thing I hear from him is "I can't believe you called me a fucking moron!"

mopers

At the beginning of the year a tall, gorgeous lady took a bizarre interest in yours truly, the overweight, sweaty, comic book nerd. She looked like one of those girls splashing water on their faces in soap commercials... With a great rack. So of course, I took the initiative for a sexual conquest. Ah, but on the side, in another country, over the border, she had herself a big, rich, lawyer lover. Despite my occupying her bad more than he, I lost the battle in a drunken, pathetic scene inspired by Hughes full of obscenities, blacking outs, tears, and breaking shhhhhhhhhit. The next morning it was over. I never heard from her, (haven't heard from her since) and a week after the scene she moved away, across the border, to another country, to the big, rich lawyer on the side. She left me blubbering, identity crisified, and rapidly shedding weight.

But I don't hate her for that.

I lent her WORLD WAR Z, right before she tore my heart from my ribs, and she took off with it. No goodbye. No tearful closure on a train platform. No this could've been; it shouldn't have been. There was no re-exchange of items we acquired during our tryst.

And that stupid bitch still has my book! She skipped town with my confidence and my fucking book, one of my favorite books. My birthday, which was also St.Patrick's Day (if you only knew the irony), and she threw a party... For St.Patrick... You know what she got me? ZILCH.

I hope its cold across the border. I hope a crow fucks a babe and they get ransacked by Pig's Fly Flu. Stupid bitch.

Actually, when I think about it, the worst part is she made me fall in love like you trick an eight year old into eating peas.

This is going to be the most excessively negative thread on Pajiba. Until New Moon comes out.

This chick.

http://www.index-chile.cl/luli2.jpg

I hate her too much to elaborate on the reasons why I dispise her so. But she's Chilean and she's kind of a celebrity.

Mother in Law:
I will never forgive you for causing excessive amounts of stress before the wedding. Your goddamn church brainwashed you. Fuck you. And also? Sarah Palin is a fucking disgrace to humanity not a fucking "maverick". You're a fucking idiot for calling her that. And you're a fucking idiot for voting for that ticket.

Coworker:
Stop your fucking yammering about your goddamn spawn. And stop fucking breeding. You're one of 10 children for christsake! Isn't five of yours enough? Is your ultimate plan to take over the world with your family? Do you know how much strain you are causing the planet? You should fucking pay me for NOT breeding. I'm saving the fucking planet! You produced offspring who became teachers AND THEY CANNOT ACCURATELY BALANCE THEIR CHECKBOOK. With a masters degree. Which leads me to...

Humanity:
Fuck you. Yeah. ALL of you. You're all pretty much worthless (Pajiba readers do not count as we are all superhuman). You're fucking fat, lazy and ignorant. Erm, wait, I think I just mean Americans.

Shit, I think I have to go smoke some weed to calm down now.

I have a professor right now who pretty clearly despises me only a week into the semester.

See, we were discussing Alger's Ragged Dick, and he wanted pop culture references placing the novel in a broader American cultural landscape. Some genius raised their hand and said "I think Ragged Dick is just like Pretty Woman. Both characters work the street and get themselves help in the way of a sugar daddy." And I laughed and agreed with the assessment.

Before I could expand the direct connections to the book, I was yelled at to "stop it" by the professor. Apparently, laughing at a joke and agreeing with someone meant that I devalued the opinion of someone else in the course and couldn't possibly conduct myself in a serious manner in the professor's academic environment. I was told to respect any and all pop culture references, even "banal affairs like Pretty Woman."

So, now I'm on his shit list for laughing at someone else's joke. I know the student. She was joking. She's always joking. However, clearly judging someone else's connection as "banal" is appropriate.

He then asked me for my connection. I suggested it was just like every other social climbing novel of the nineteenth century only without a single conflict or struggle in the entire book. I then started peeling off titles and authors, explaining how most other examples had some form of conflict, but was screamed at when I mentioned Dickens. "He's not American. Clearly you're not paying attention or you wouldn't waste my time." 10 American examples and 1 apt British reference meant I didn't listen to a word he said and had now disrespected him, as well.

Now I just want to smash his head into the chalkboard and ask him what American pop culture references come to mind and tell him he's wrong with every single suggestion.

And again: this is one week into the class. And he's grading me. And I'm stuck with him or I don't graduate in January. The rest of the class is cowboy novels. Fuck me.

Used to work at a horse barn (i.e. many horse people--not all--are crazy). Boarder came in, ran her mouth about a barn she didn't like. My naive self (I was 16) I passed the info on to some prospective boarders. Bitchy boarder found out, thought I had been bad mouthing her behind her back. Came to work one day and bitched me out. Screamed at me, demanded I apologize, reduced me to tears. She also brought along some girls we knew and they looked at me pitifully. That was 3 years ago. TO THIS DAY, if we are in the same place (rare but unfortunate) she completely ignores me and gives me the nastiest looks. One day I will get the courage to tell that bitch to FUCK OFF AND GET OVER IT.

I also had a boss who gave me a whatfor when she found out I still spoke to some of our former co-workers. She completely twisted my words around and she's the reason I won't be returning to a job that I otherwise highly enjoyed. What a fucking bitch.

Can you tell I don't like to be belittled?

Ummmm.......Skitz, Alinos and Conrad. Never forget Conrad.

Sofia, I now hate that chick too.

My hate.

I moved to Georgia in the middle of my junior year of high school, so, naturally, I had no friends. I went on friendless for about a year before I started hanging out with John. Now John was known as having the bad reputation at school. He was the first one to get a tattoo, he listened to metal music, he smoked cigarettes and weed, and he was a notorious womanizer. However he was the first person to start talking to me and we both quickly became best friends. I graduated high school with a 3.9 GPA, then went straight into college. My first three semesters of college I failed every single class. Why? John decided to start raving and doing drugs, naturally, because he was my best friend I followed right along with him. Now while I don’t necessarily regret doing the drugs (they shaped who I’ve become) this is why I have the hate for him.

High school: I tell him I am interested in a girl. Within the week he is dating said girl.

Raving: He does this two more times with two other girls…no, make that four.

College: I take a girl from one of my classes out, then go to his place to drink (he was 21 already), I go to the bathroom and come back to find him making out with her.

College cont: We had a buddy from high school that we started hanging out with all the time. That buddy had a girlfriend for going on 5 years. They all get drunk one night, when buddy passes out on the couch John takes her into the bedroom and fucks her.

First serious relationship: I find out from her, while we were together, that he tried to hook up with her. After we break up, he goes back for it again. Although the plus side to that one would be she told me that when they started having sex she told him to stop and “Go poke a hole in the wall, you’ll have better luck.”

Overall: The biggest one was when I told him a secret and asked him not to tell anyone else (even though that secret happened to be a threesome...the other two parties didn't want anyone to know). I go to the bar one night and run into a girl I haven’t seen in 3 years and she goes, “Oh, I heard you got in a threesome.” I asked my friends and they all knew as well.

The End: I told him, “If I ever see you again I’m putting you in the hospital.”
“Do you really think its worth going to jail for?”
“Yes.”

I’ve seen him a couple of times since then (about two years after that convo)…but we never speak. Unfortunately my friend is getting married the day before Halloween and guess who else is going to be there? *sigh* Alcohol and hatred? This may not go well.

Ha, Grace B!
Horse drama is like no other! I could fill an entire blog with all of the BS that has gone down just this year at my barn. Between jackass teenage girls and menopausal women using horses as substitute children, the crazy bitch factor is astronomical.

Natalie from grade school. Yes, it was 15 years ago but I still cringe when I hear her name.

Grade school is such an awful time. Getting taller than the boys, getting boobs, all the hormones raging. Well Natalie made it all so much worse. I was a nerd with huge glasses who did all her homework and liked being smart. Well Natalie said horrible things, mocked me with all the "cool girls" and generally made 4 years a living hell.

Now I am proud of being smart and a nerd with big boobs but still fucking hate Natalie. She's got 3 drooly whinny kids and her life pretty much ended after high school so I guess I win!

Just one? Really? Hmmm, well....

My step-mother.

She is a fantastic bitch I have tried, in vain, to be friends with for my father's sake. Her latest antics have left me uncomfortable even phoning my father's house. Inexplicably, my father either excuses her unacceptable behaviour or misses it completely. My father and I have always been very close but he is terrible at dealing with any sort of conflict and so I have kept my mouth shut. Sadly, she has chosen to now spread the love to my immediate family and the child she and my father have together becomes more of a stranger with each passing day.

Oh, and did I mention she was the other woman and the straw that broke my parents marriage?

This is going to be the most excessively negative thread on Pajiba. Until New Moon comes out.

Posted by: TSF at September 12, 2009 4:00 PM

Speaking of worthless, pale skinned troglodytes, I'd have to say the celebrity I find most annoying right now is Glenn Beck. I never thought someone could combine the stupidity of Sean Hannity, the cowardice of Alan Colmes, and the unfunniness of Keith Olbermann and Bill Maher, and give it a career in anything other than rolling on the floor and eating its own excrement, but that guy has done it.

At least Bill O'Reily yells by himself, Glenn Beck can't even muster up enough courage to defend his fucked up views for more that 5 seconds after he's debunked. Fucking prick.

You know what I hate? People who hold a grudge. Makes me sick to this day!

I hate hate hate people who buy or adopt a pet and then decide that it's all too much for them and send emails on the list-serve at work asking people to take the responsibility out of their hands (and some of them have the nerve to ask for money for "expenses" because the good lord knows that they shouldn't be out a dime for their own stupidity). IF YOU AREN'T ABSOLUTELY SURE THAT YOU CAN LOVE AND CARE FOR THAT ANIMAL FOR HOWEVER LONG IT HAS LEFT ON THIS EARTH DO NOT BRING IT HOME YOU IGNORANT CRUEL ASSHOLES.

sorry, but you asked

I hate Tater for making Pajiba's only column for the weekend something that is such a fucking downer.

I consider myself to be fairly middle-of-the-road, politically speaking. I am conservative on some issues, and I am liberal on others. I form opinions of my own volition and do my best to not allow my political affiliation to persuade me. I listen to both sides of a debate and try my best to remain respectful of differing views.

But I hate everyone on Fox News. All of them. Every. Last. One.

There is a difference between having a political bias (as most media does), and blatantly lying. Fox News does not care about that difference, and they help to cheapen the already cheap political media. They don't report facts, they don't analyze issues from diverse perspectives and they certainly don't add credibility to the conservatives of this country, so I don't see what they ARE good for.

On a personal level, I am driven insane by people who are rude to those who work in the retail/public service industry; the people who complain about having to wait in line (You're at Walmart on a Saturday, your majesty, what do you expect?), or who degrade the person waiting on them, as if the cashier at McDonalds is below their epicurean standards. I am ashamed for these rude, boorish individuals; because clearly their Mommas didn't teach them any manners.

Mixed signals guy from college. And yeah, he really was mixed signals. He'd only like to hang out one-on-one, but then go out with some other chick. He'd invite me to his grandma's for Sunday dinner, but then not call me for a few weeks. I kept hanging out with him because he was one of my only really good friends in college, but after a while I got sick of everyone asking if we were going out because it seemed like we were but we really weren't. Seriously weird. And lame.

Also, douchey kid I knew all through school who was a brown-nosing jerkface who insulted my friends and picked on social outcasts. He also tried to mutiny our choir class senior year (granted the teacher was crap, but do you really need to take choir that seriously?) and I somehow got into a Xanga fight with him about it (remember Xanga?). Honestly one of the meanest people I ever knew, which was even worse when you realized how smart and funny he could be.

Ray Romano

I'd fight him if I ever saw him. Forced to sit through his terrible terrible terrible show with no sympathetic characters and no writers who passed 9th grade english.

Most of this stems from being subjected to his god awful show almost every night for 6 years of my life.

It's not even a huge deal really, but I will forever hold a grudge toward the creepy little asshole dumb-as-a-stump blob of an individual that I tutored back in high school, who tricked me into closing my eyes one day so that he could sneak a feel of my boob. Ugh. Not what I wanted for my first groping experience.

I realize it wasn't anything serious, but still I can't even think of him without a slight repulsed shudder (and he twice tried to Facebook-friend me--what the hell? Go away!). Ain't about to forgive, hoping to just forget, will definitely have another drink--good call, ,!

Her. The girl for whom I harbored feelings for a long time, who suddenly began sending messages and becoming flirty with me after her relationship, then tried to take advantage of my feelings just for a little fun. Couldn't be honest with me and tried to play innocent with our friends afterward. Left me feeling "fuck me for trying" and finding out how little some friends really cared.

Not the most heartbreaking story ever, but I still hope a rhinoscerous attempts to mate with her face. Bitch.

Wow, you guys are angry! Well this shouldn't surprise me, because where else would the "bitchy" and "scathing" come from?

Alright, I'll play along. I wouldn't say I hate her exactly, but despise maybe? A nun, headmistress of my high school, fucking psycho. She once refused me and my friends to get medical help after we'd been food-poisoned BY THE SCHOOL FOOD! Oh instead we got punished for whothefuckknowswhat. Oh and she liked beating people. Yes. Beating. With a stick. I shit you not. And she did all this with a manic smile and the most annoying voice this side of Paris Hilton. Every time I see her (not often, thank Godtopus), I feel like there are ants in my bloodstream.

'You shit all over your father's legacy, a legacy that changed my life. I would cram your ass with so much boot and shame if you ever gave your half-assed money-grubbing defense to my face..."

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WOW

*Wipes tear*

/the hate is strong

i generally just hate the stupid.
not the mentally challanged or the standardized under-achievers, but people of a normal intelligence that don't use common sense or are just plain self-absorbed to the point that there actions seem random to everyone else.

so i'm at work. at a liquor store. big white 14x12 sticker face level on all glass doors. NO ONE UNDER 21...

and i have to stop this guy just inside the threshold: i'm sorry, sir, but it's against the law for your little one to enter the store with you.

*heartbeat*

WELL, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? LEAVE HIM IN THE CAR?

that i have not murdered someone, in front of their child, is testament to the fact that my mother reared me correctly.

c'mon grammar nazis, BRING IT!

So, my dad is an addict. At this particular point in time, he happens to be sober, but that is because he needs a job. My parents got divorced when I was eight, after my mom got sick of his shit and took my brother and I and left. After some seriously dysfunctional years, I was able to have a pretty decent, but not close, relationship with him. Then he and my stepmom moved to Texas. She was trying to get a job similar to her last one, working at a financial place. In order to get the job, she had to take a lie-detector test. One of the questions was something like "Do you or someone you live with use drugs?" She failed, since my dad was still using at that point. He called me because he felt guilty and I was one of the few people who still had patience for him. That is, I had patience for him until he said, "This is the first time that my habits have had a negative effect on someone else."
Yeah, all those years of my childhood that are too traumatic for me to remember apparently are not considered a negative effect. I started to say something along those lines to him after recovering from the shock of his complete self-absorption. He then took things to an even more amazing level by suggesting that I should be grateful that he was such a terrible father, because it made me a stronger person.
Whatever strength I have, it is mine. He does not get to claim and credit in my successes.
Since that conversation, I have completely stopped putting any effort into our relationship.

Pami D, first grade through eighth.

YOU. WERE. A. CUNT.

I get that you had a rough childhood, but your mom dying when we were 6 doesn't give anyone the right to systematically torment another human being for the better part of a decade. If you weren't publicly ridiculing me in front of your entourage of wannabe Heathers you were framing me for your bullshit, spreading unholy rumors, or embarrassing me in front of any boy I showed the slightest interest in.

HOW WAS I A THREAT TO YOU? I had bifocals at age 5, bushy crazy hair I had no idea how to handle, and retainers (top and bottom) that made me slur my speech. I promise, there's no way I was going to topple your reign as Queen Bee.

Luckily for me, in 8th grade I got contacts, learned how to blow out my long dark hair, and learned how to dress, (I basically pulled a Hermione, for all you other Harry Potter nerds out there). Then I moved thousands of miles away from you for high school, otherwise I'm sure I'd be a hot shitty mess from your constant stream of abuse, you hateful bully.

In short, you were an awful ball of hate-filled excrement. Luckily, it seems like your life has become one big sack of fail, which makes me smile as I enjoy my life with my hot-ass husband in the greatest city in the world, enjoying the company of people who aren't filled with bile and misery.

I think I win this round.

Ah, this thread is great. I need to get this off my chest:

FUCK YOU, PATRICK W.

We were in sixth grade. You were new at school. I was always nice to you. Fuck, I was always nice to everyone. So why did you torment me for the whole year? Called me "Beaver" and made fun of my teeth? I was no threat to you!

Then, one day, you completely crushed me in front of everyone. You called me over and told me you had a gift for me. Then, you pulled out a railroad spike - a nail that they use to tie down railroad tracks - and handed it to me, saying "You can use this to floss."

FUCK YOU, YOU PIECE OF INBRED, WHITE TRASH SHIT.

You have no idea how much that hurt me. Why would you mock me based on something I had NO control over?? What had I EVER done to you?? Nothing, that's what!!

I got braces, my overbite got fixed, and I went to college, found a great fiance, and am living happily now. I see you never went to college, got a girl knocked up, and work a shitty job to boot. But as much as that's comforting to know, I still hate you.

FUCK YOU!!

1. My sisters husband. This lazy, jobless prick who cant shut the hell up for his life, somehow actually convinced my sister that she's lucky to have him. So while he spends his days sleeping or walking around the city taking pictures, she takes her child to the sitter every morning before work and picks her up every night after, getting in 1 precious hour with her child a night. AND she's pregnant AND she irons his goddamn t-shirts. His T-SHIRTS!!! I seriously hope he dies.
2. My dumb as fuck co-worker. I spend my days fixing his mistakes and he gets paid 30k more than me because he has a penis, plays fantasy football with the boss, and calls him sir (I shudder every time). He got scammed out of 1,000 over the internet and declared bankruptcy after he maxed out his credit cards to pay for his wedding. I hope he dies too.
3. Asshole white guy republicans who watch Fox News and want to blame everyone else because they didn't turn out rich. I hope Medicaid fails you and you die.
4. The ex who wasn't divorced, but actually married with a pregnant wife. This prick gave me an STD (curable, but still), and when confronted, accused me of giving it to him and hung up the phone. He's an immigration lawyer, so he's the saddest mother-fucker I ever met. He was older so he probably died already.
5. Not to be a man-hater, all you dumb bitches who stay with guys because you "love them", even after he fucks your best friend/cousin/dog. You don't have to die, but grow the fuck up.

Thank you.

I'm lucky that my biggest trauma is a dumb kid who mocked me.

i'M lUcKy tHAt mY bIggESt tRauma iS a DumB KId wHo mOcKEd mE.

yOu sTinK!

*pulls ponytail*

And I am now in a wonderful, committed relationship with a guy who adores me.

sets off my gaydar.
(sorry to be the one to tell you)

Man, so many of you guys have some kind of happy ending to your story but BRIAN HERBERT STILL HAS YET TO PAY FOR FUCKING UP DUNE! WHERE IS MY JUSTICE? WHERE IS MY HAPPY ENDING?

gp, oddly enough, I did have a boyfriend before him who was a little...questionable also. Meaning, it wasn't so much repressed as it was kinda...maybe he didn't know?

:)

But no, honestly, I'm 100% certain the one I got is being true to himself. Like I said, major dork but...he's MY heterosexual dork.

we'll see.

HEY ,!
can you schedule a future weekend diversion topic, one "why didn't i listen to gp", please?

(nobody EVER listens to me)

I won't go into full details since I already did, and I'm lazy, and you can just read it all here, so instead I say fuck you to whatever wonky-breasted T-Girl James fell for. I'm not sure what a suitable punishment would be, so I'll just say that I hope you feel forever how I feel right now: That for the rest of your life you question whether or not you're good enough to be loved, that you can never tell anyone how you feel and that just once you wish someone would look at you the way you look at them.

Also, herpes. I hope you get herpes.

I also hate Ayn Rand. She may not be wasting oxygen anymore, but I hate her for giving morons literary aires just because they say John Galt. Seriously Ayn Rand GO FUCK YOURSELF!

really? you wanna tell patricia heaton to suck it?

oh shit!

*ducks*
bitch, are you crazy?!

How could you hit a basset hound!?! I concur, fuck people that run puppy mills. In hell we will put them next to the people that own sweat shops and the people that own the media.

can you schedule a future weekend diversion topic, one "why didn't i listen to gp", please?
Posted by: gp at September 12, 2009 11:56 PM

So Tater, TCFKABD, (,), whatever your highness wants to be called; that there is your next weekends comment diversion. When have you never taken good advice, and what were the repercussions ???

Yeah, you can reference Alanis Morissette or whatever but still I am sure that there are some good shoulda, coulda, woulda stories.

Commander Strikeher I have two rescued weimaraners, one of which is blind in one eye from what he endured in the shit fucking puppy mill in which he was raised for 8 weeks. They are the sweetest dogs ever and I treat them as I would treat a child, if I, by chance had any.

Point is, they came from a puppy mill. Anyone runnng a puppy mill and can treat a dog like that, and damage it so bad that they almost lose an eye...That is what makes me angry.

I love hate and ranting, so I thought I'd have something good for this thread, but I am useless at holding a grudge. I used to have little contests with myself to see how long I could stay mad at my brother when I was a kid, because I was sick of going to bed furious and forgetting there was ever a problem the next morning. How would he ever learn?? But it never worked.

Sure there were some bitches in middle school, some stalkers in high school, some lunatic roommates in university, and a couple of really truly terrible teachers and profs, but the truth is, I don't really care to bother getting worked up over them any more.

I'm more of an "in the moment" hater.

You shit all over your father's legacy, a legacy that changed my life. I would cram your ass with so much boot and shame if you ever gave your half-assed money-grubbing defense to my face...

I am reading the latest one and feel much shame. Actually, I should say that I'm trying to read the latest one. It's just bad. So, so bad.

Parents who tell their children to shup up in the grocery store line.
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Posted by: jab at September 12, 2009 10:04 PM

I need to uderstand this. I'm assuming that you mean "shut up" so I ask; why is it ok for my kid to annoy the hell out of other people by screaming at the top of their lungs about whatever happens to be in their simple, oh I see a penny, brains?

South American beer.

Fuck you Pilsener, and you shitty Brahma, and Pilsner (very original, you shitty beer brewing fucks), you too Crystal, and so much hate for Arequipeña (especially since everyone serves it room temperature- 900° F).

And fuck you with a stick Cuzqueña. I swear on all the wonderful Oregon hops that I'm going to blow up the motherfucking Cuzqueña brewery if I have to drink another one of those piss yellow pieces of shit. And Cuzqueña Negra? Please, pour some more sugar in that bottled malty mess of an excuse for stout beer- because my hangover and beers shits aren't going to be bad enough the day after drinking it.

I'm so in hate with all of you, I even paid 12 soles for a bottle of Heineken the other day.

Hot damn. That was refreshing. Forget about a liter of bad beer after work- I need hateful comment diversions to relax.

I accidentally stumbled onto the premise for the Human Centipede movie. I managed to ignore the 1st posting about it, but then DR had to sneak it into one of his random list. And do you know what happened? I had a dream that I was a member of a human dogsled team. Do you know how we were all connected to each other in the team?.....Yep. It was like a Human Centipede Dogsled Team. And my brain will never be the same. I don't even know who I am anymore. That movie plus my dream has shaken my faith in humanity and myself. So I hate whoever came up with that movie. And I hate Dustin Rowles for making me know about it.

@Deistbrawler:

HPV (Human Papilloma Virus)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_papillomavirus

Isn't Herpes. Just to clarify. It is no fun either, I'm sure.

Soooo, what you're saying is I shouldn't let it get me down because on the off chance I actually do meet someone who really likes me, they have a 1 in 6 chance of having Herpes too?
Wow, those are GREAT odds. Just like Russian Roulette. How would you like to play that little game?
Let me ask you then: Would it deter you from a relationship?

There ya go.

I guess my previous posts weren't hate so much as disgust, I should have changed the wording.

But it's finally humid here and every old injury I've ever had is aching.

So FUCK YOU Sean W. My ribs never healed right and even though I fake my way through it, the rest of me never healed either. You stalking, abusive, fear mongering, white trash piece of shit. I hope you die from an impacted colon while being sodomized in jail. If I saw you right now, I'm just drunk enough to curb stomp you until your life oozes right out of you. Asshole.

I hate every living person in my whole neighbourhood particularly the people who live in the building next to mine with their constant and incessant parties and douchy disregard for people like my family who don't share their love of Detroit Techno and Stanley Cup Parties and loud booze fueled weekend long porch parties with their god damned tiki torches which they never take down ever and their damned yuppie friends and eaningless shallow lives and the vapid deadness which must exist where their souls should be. I want all their homes to burn to the ground with all their worldly posessions inside and I want their loved ones to develop terminal illnesses I'd hate for them to all get and mental illnesses which cause them to have to give up drinking and drugs and force them to go sober or commit suicide but in my weakest moments I really do. Mostly though I want them to shut the hell up and go inside.

wow that really was cathartic! now if only they'd shut up.

Well then, I guess there's hope.

Yes.

1. His grill ruined my favorite socks.
2. I use to have nightmares about him.

You put your socks on a George Foreman grill? Are... are you retarded?

I'm sorry, but if something breaks as a result of trying to use it for something that's NOT what it was designed for, no matter how silly, the fault is yours babe, not Mr. Foreman.

Because those things make a mean burger.

Also, if you are actually, literally retarded, I take this post back.

My ex wife's ex girlfriend. (Yes.)

I'd say it was like having two ex wives, except I actually get along with my real ex wife. Her gf used to take it upon herself to "discuss" things that she disagreed with about the way I raised my daughter and she was sparing with her notice, but not her opinion- nor the expletives. Trivial crap used to set her off, things like leaving a dirty air of underpants in my daughters overnight bag when I returned her home, or "did I forget to re-apply sunscreen after the third hour?" She continually made unilateral decisions to put her into a billion extracurricular classes- not evil in itself, until I was presented with half the bill before I was even asked if it would be ok. Guess who had to be the bad guy once it got beyond my budget? At one stage she threw in her job on the spur and decided I should pick up the tab on everything until she found work again. That was the point where I learned to say "fuck no" and "fuck you". Relations changed.

At first it was patronizing, then it just nasty as it became clear that I was not going to do things her way. The divorce was enough of a wound and my ex and I were doing our best to heal it and keep it healed, but the gf just kept rubbing fucking salt in it because she wasn't getting her way. My ex at first sided with her because she felt it was right, then it was was sort of "well, ummm, we think its good", then umm "look, I'll sort it out". Maybe it's a "tribute" of some kind to our passive aggressive natures that we got through it with a friendship intact, but it was a close run thing at times.

When she eventually became ex wife's ex gf (keeping up?), we put up my ex for a few weeks while she sorted herself out (at my wife's invitation I should add). Turned out the now-ex-gf was a domineering bitch who turned every bit as nasty to her and my daughter. While not physically abusive (that I might have noticed), she was verbally savage, yelled in my 10 year old daughters face a lot, locking her in her room for hours at a time and generally using her self appointed "breadwinner" status to coerce them into whatever she decided was a good idea. Fortunately, both my daughter and her mum eventually learned to say "fuck no" and "fuck you" too and I was all too happy to help. If I can thank her for one thing, it's that my girl can stand up verbal abuse with a fuck you attitude and without blinking.

I'm not a good enough writer to do justice to it and those few paragraphs barely scrape the surface. What a fucking cow.

News Corp.

Take your goddamn pick of offenses.

Firefly.
Arrested Development.
Fox News.
Any movie by any of their studios.

There's this man in my neighbourhood who chased me down the street a couple of weeks ago demanding I have sex with him. That sort of thing has never happened to me before, and I figured it wouldn't again, but this guy is always seeing me around and threatening me and saying gross things to me. I never feel afraid in weird or bad neighbourhoods but this guy scares the crap out of me and I hate feeling like that. So... I hate him.

Marcela, if someone is threatening you, being lewd or frightening, contact the police.

no one should be demanding sex from you, following you around, or saying vile things to you.

he sounds mentally unstable. let the authorities know.

Let me ask you then: Would it deter you from a relationship?

There ya go.

Posted by: Regrets at September 13, 2009 2:55 AM
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Regrets (I've had a few -- sorry, couldn't resist): It didn't deter Mrs. ,. I told her early on and we've been together ... whoa, almost 30 years. BTW, she caught the herp from me eventually but it's not caused us any problems (except when she gets the occasional sore; mine seem to have stopped erupting finally). I know who I got it from and I never bore any ill will; she was good times when we were together. I just have this forever souvenir.

Also, as I mentioned once before, I can remember the day when people thought that if you had herpes then OH. MY. GODTOPUS, you might as well just walk off a pier because your life was over.

Then AIDS came along ...

Anyway, these days I don't think it's any more complicating to living a full and happy life (there are medications to lessen the duration now) than it would be if you had ... I dunno, di-BEET-us? Except it's a di-BEET-us you can give to someone else. But if that someone else is the One For You then you just accept that there might be a little pain at some point down the road. And maybe not. Not everyone exposed to the virus gets a breakout, or more than one, anyway. Someone who really cares for you will just work through that. Or should.

Anyway, are we feeling any better today for having vented?

Marcela, report him. Now. Before he hurts you or someone else. He is probably off his meds and his family/ caregivers need to know about it. What if he hurts a kid? You are probably not the only one he is harassing.

I hate my boyfriend's ex-wife. She is mentally ill, with both paranoid schizophrenia and bipolar disorder. I used to feel sorry for her but the more I know about her the more repulsive she is to me. She won't go see her doctors, she won't take her meds because they make her feel 'boring'. She treated him horribly (and still does) and ignores her kids, who she only sees when she needs to use them as objects of emotional manipulation when she wants money. They don't see it because two of them are too young to understand it and the oldest one is so used to it the behavior is normalized to him. She actually cries in front of the kids and begs my boyfriend to take her back and apologizes for the past, when she is still shacking up with one of the many men she cheated on him with. In fact he got her pregnant, refused to take her to get her abortion or pay for it even though he insisted she have one. I hate him too.

I hate that my boyfriend's kids resent me, I think in part because I have my shit together. I'm lucky enough not to be mentally ill, I have a job, I make my own money and I have an advanced degree. I don't have emotional breakdowns or disappear for weeks without warning or explanation. I think they resent me because she looks bad in comparison and they can't articulate how that makes them feel: cheated probably. I hate that their dad is the one person in the world who really looks out for them and they treat him like crap because they are so angry, especially the oldest kid.

I hate that when I reach out to them, or even just help our their dad, they lash out at me. I hate that my boyfriend is oddly unable to see that what he really, really needs to do is remove her and her chaos from his life entirely, and get his kids in talk therapy ASAP. He is afraid that having 'no mother' will be more detrimental to them than not having her around (his father died when he was a toddler). I hate that in spite of him being such a sweet, optimistic, caring and well-mannered person, I am probably going to have to let him go because he does almost nothing to control the chaos, and it is hurting me now, too.

My friend, Blades.

So last year, we hooked up one night and had sex. Big deal. At the time we both agreed that it meant nothing and we would remain cool with each other. But you would call me every 2-3 months and ask to hook up again, though outside circumstances always kept that from happening. Last month, not even two days after your last "come see me for a little fun" voicemail, I find out that you've got a girlfriend. That's fine, in fact, I'm actually happy for you. The past year has been hell on you, and all of us agree that you do deserve to be happy again.

What I don't agree with is the 180 you've pulled in regards to you and I as friends. You find ways to avoid speaking to me if I want to talk to you, and on the rare opportunities that we do speak, you take every chance you get to throw in a comment about your new girlfriend and how happy and in love you are. Again, I'm not hating on your happiness, just the unending blatant bragging of your happiness. Your ex kept doing this crap to you right after you broke up, and you confided in me how much it upset you when she would constantly rub her good fortunes in your face. If you could realize how childish it was back then, then why the hell are you doing it now?!

If you had bothered to talk to me, you would have found out that I've been under a metric fuckton of stress with work, family and my health. All I wanted was to talk to one of the few friends that I trusted with issues this close to my heart. I wanted you to be the same friend to me that we all were to you during your dark days. I didn't think that was too much to ask, but apparently I was wrong. In light of all your behavior, it makes me feel like that I was nothing more to you that a item in the "sex" column of your Bucket List, and that pisses me off. You didn't have to lie about your intentions. If your viewpoint of our friendship had changed, all you had to do was say so! Say "I'm seeing someone and I don't feel comfortable talking to you at this time!" Say you need time alone, say anything! But don't avoid me until you want to brag about how awesomely hot and cool your girlfriend is, changing the subject back to her every time I attempt to say something.

Now that I've said all of this, I'm letting it go. You're still my friend, and I'll always wish the best for you, but now I know that you can't be trusted to be part of the support system I need. That's fine. At least I've learned a lesson.

Jadashay, you won't have to douse him with anything. if you believe anything, believe this: he will find his own inescapable hell.

every single thing we do comes back to us in one form or another. it's why santa was so involved in finding out who was naughty and who was nice.

i'm not belittling what your mother has been through.
i understand the feelings you have for wanting to kill an ex-step-father. mine wasn't addicted to meth, but was a local community leader, an uber-Christian who's public persona completly hid his private abusive battles with alcohol.
it has been going on 20 years since my mom's divorce, and i have been estranged from my family since 1992, but i feel that man's influence on my life each and every day.

but what he will have to face up to is worse than what you want to do to him. his soul is dead.

That his soul is dead thing only works if you believe in that kind of stuff. My mother lives in a tiny apt she can barely afford and is miserable 90 percent of the time. He is happy, has a successful business and continues to beat his new girlfriend. I am sorry but the only retribution we get in this life is what we make.

Fuck You Addy D. My once sweet, charming, well dressed, healthy, big brother's fat, manipulative, skanky, vile, rude, terrible, controlling, bland, grotesque, thyroid disordered girlfriend. You made mine and my mother's life hell all through his high school years. We thought we were rid of you, he said we were rid of you. But no you realized that only my spineless, easily led brother would have you and you sunk your stubby claws in again. After 7 years I finally have to face that you are back in our lives and it makes me sick to my stomach. You called my mother heartless and if you had ever taken the time to learn you would have known that she is one of the greatest people of this planet and you were never worth her regard. FUCK OFF and take your mayonnaise, ham, and salt sandwiches with you!!!!

Thanks Lance, but some things I just wanna do for my self. Get that real hands on satisfaction.

My mom and I didn't get along at any point in the nineteen years that I lived at home. I know a lot of our fights could've been avoided, if only I hadn't developed a personality of my own and just let her use me as her little porcelain doll to live vicariously through. Being abused as a child does not give you the right to do the same thing to me, mom. I was utterly terrified of you, of what you would do to me if I wanted something different from what you wanted, or ever expressed a contrary opinion. And I think you enjoyed it. You tried to make me ashamed of who I was at heart, and I was always afraid in my own house. How dare you, you fucking horrible Bible-thumping worthless bitch.

I don't know why I tried to reconcile with her. All I wanted was to have peace of mind about the whole thing, and hopefully have a relationship with my little brother, who still lives with her. My biggest fear was that she would stand by the awful things she did and pretend like SHE was the victim in all this. And that's exactly what happened. What a sick fucking idiot. "Oh poor, poor me! My daughter got brainwashed by some strange man and he stole her away from me!"

That 'strange man', now my fiance, is the best thing that ever happened to me. He made me realize what a fucked-up home situation I had and took me away from it. I cannot wait to get our marriage license this week so I can finally get rid of my last name, HER last name. And here's hoping she doesn't come to the wedding. I'd sooner have a broken glass enema than see her there. All I want to do is move on with my life, sever all ties, and forget that I ever had a fucking mother.

Group hug? After we group-murder Jadashay's mom's ex, of course. Even though I don't believe in souls or karma, I do know that assholes have to live with themselves. I think that is its own punishment for a lot of them. I'm not sure about sociopaths, I imagine they have to live with the consequences of bad decisions and a lack of a support system. At least I hope so.

Lindsey with an e, I am also of the horsey set although I was never able to get too immersed in the industry. I got horribly disillusioned and quit after over a decade of trying to find a low drama place to work or even just ride. After a few months in a barn or setting I'd become sad and disillusioned with the way the place was run.

You sound like me, only you have way more detailed knowledge and expertise in dressage. I spent six months working with race horses in KY. Later I spent a few months working at what I eventually came to think was the most poorly managed hunter/ jumper barn in the world. Who puts mares in heat in the same barn with stallions? Who cross ties them in front of his stall while she's cocking her tail in the air and winking at him? Who lets children take those stallions out the the paddock once they are good and worked up? Morons, that's who.

I've worked for a state racing commission. The racing industry just treats horses like a means to a monetary end, which shouldn't come as a surprise. Sometimes, breaking down early in life saves the horses some misery. An early death is the best some of them can hope for.

I've ridden at good places and OK places and rundown places. I've come to this conclusion: horses are usually owned by people with more money than common sense, working knowledge of animal behavior or kindness. My experience has taught me that horses are often owned by rich, white, bitchy people with undiagnosed mood disorders. I learned to hate these people so I just stopped spending time with horses.

I ride now, after a nearly 15 year hiatus, but I found a low key, clean, non-competitive barn with an instructor that owns and trains her animals. The critters are all healthy and well adjusted. She has mutt dogs and sweet barn cats. She made us all dinner after our lesson a few weeks ago. It was so lovely to sit down with a nice group of sane people and share BBQ and beers after a fun summer ride. Normal horse folks are out there, keep looking.

Viking> From the daughter of a woman who was in your exact position, I wish you strengh and luck.

I also hate Ayn Rand.

Word on the street (which I personally live by) is that men who are into Ayn Rand are, quite often, douchetard cuntrags.

I hate people who think that someone with bipolar disorder is a danger to the public. I've met these people and they SUCK AND I HATE THEM. (NB: Viking, this isn't a passive callout for you or anything.)

Of course, I also hate it when folks use their mental disorders as a crutch.

Oh I'm so glad I get Pajiba at work. I have a good six hours to kill tomorrow and I'm gonna spend it reading this thread.

I hate my mom, my stepmother (what can I say? My dad has reallllly bad taste in women), my mother-in-law and my sister-in-law. I know, it sounds like I don't get along with women, but that's not the case at ALL. I have loads and loads and SCADS of women friends. I love women friends! My mom and stepmother are both fucking insane and horrible despicable people (my mother more than my stepmother) and my mother-in-law and sister-in-law just have a hate-on for me that honestly seems to be jealousy based (the mother-in-law's is on behalf of the sister-in-law and it's a long story). Thank GOD they live 1200 miles away. I hate them sooooo much. They can both choke on a chicken bone.

Wow! I can't believe anybody even read that rant. I FUCKING LOVE This place.

Fuck Fauxssage in the ear indeed.

gp: I wish is was just some guy and a bad training video. Alas, it is a fad that has hundreds of practitioners marketing to millions world wide. Like Scientology, only for horse morons.

Coryo:
You have it about nailed. Bitching and Scathing does not even begin to describe it. You think that rant of mine was a new composition? HELL no. I have variations of that conversation every fucking day.
Also, we horse gals tend to be a little overfocused on the horse thing. Men tend to be satellites in our universe. We also tend to be a bit tough and overbearing, partially because we boss around 1000+lb animals and have to be that way or we'd get flattened. I had a horse back up from me today because I turned my head and GLARED at it. Hell YES he'd better back off, I'm running this show. Oh, see, there is an example of the tough thing. I'm very nice, really.
Generally speaking though:
Horse women=STREET-RAT CRAZY.

Gee, shocking that I'm single.

Lindsey, is your name actually Amanda? And Lauren, I'm gonna need a hit off your muse. Such rhythm, such flow, such poetry.

Wow. i've only been scrolling down with the thought to write "i hate that ontario does not have twenty-four hour beer stores, cuz i am runnin' out"

then i read a few of the comments.

i wish i had some hate to share. but despite my share of evil relatives when i was a child, and despite many poor experiences with women (including one who stole my kid), i am just out of energy for ranting.

i really would just settle for a beer.

No Coryo, My name is actually Lindsey.
With an 'e'.

Know whats funny? My younger brother's name is Cory. No 'o' though.

You know what else I hate?
Coyotes.
Fucking coyote came after my dog while we were out on the trails Tuesday. Goddamn thing came over 150 feet just to stalk him. It wasn't even scared of me when I got off my horse to get between my dog and it. It was only about 25' away and still coming straight for us. My friend had to take her horse and run the fucker over to get it to go away. It still tried to come back and needed correcting repeatedly. My little dog never even knew what was going on, he was minding his own business and staying right by me. Now I get to have coyote-killing-my-dog,cats,family,friends, themed nightmares for a while.

I hope that fucking thing gets shot.
God I hate coyotes.

Coyotes go after tires!? Christ I knew they were opportunists and scavengers, but that doesn't even make good survival sense.

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My friend's widower.
She was in end-stage cancer about this time last year, and I visited their house soon after she'd been sent home to die. Her husband was apparently prostrate with grief. She was still semi-lucid, and I promised to come back the next day. I called before I left, to make sure it was still ok to come. I got hubby, who told me not to come as she was too far gone to know who I was anyway, and visitors would be a problem for him. I had to take his word for it, and it was his house, so I reluctantly stayed away. She died the next morning.

Later I found out from her mother that the husband had been cheating on my friend all the time she was sick, with some mealy-mouthed girl more than twenty years his junior. Right after the funeral, he took off to go stay with the girl for a week, leaving his teenage kids to deal with everything.
Also, while my friend was dying, the bastard raised the 'rent' on his only son, a teenager with learning difficulties who earns a little pocket-money with a catering job and can't live unsupervised. The kid had never paid real rent, but he contributed a little for his own self-respect. My late friend's mother only found out by accident that the father had more than tripled this 'rent', telling the boy that it would help pay for his mother's funeral.

The widower's tears were pure crocodile. At the funeral, he was probably already planning to sell the house (his kids' only home) and take off with his girlfriend. He wasted no time after my friend was buried in doing exactly that.

His daughters have disowned him, his late wife's family hate him like fire, and so do I.
Fuck you, T., for treating your wife that way, who always believed in you and would hear no wrong against you. Fuck you for preventing me from seeing her on her last night, so I could say goodbye. If I'd known then what you were, I'd have ignored you and gone anyway. I'd have broken in to see her, if that's what it took.
Fuck you to Hell!!

Thanks Cory, it should be mere child's play to now stalk you on the internet, get access to your credit, and steal you identity! My evil plot worked!

no one'll scroll down far enough to read this, but i'mma post if only to get it off my chest:
Fuck my old boss in HR who "promoted" me from an administrative position into a technical one but did not feel that I deserved the salary that went along with the new job. Fuck her for then laying off ALL the other admins in my department and giving me their jobS on top of my already-full-time one. Especially fuck her for pretending that she really was going to give me a raise to go with my THREE jobs, even going so far as to having me gather up all of my past performance reviews and writing up MY OWN justification for promotion, and then sitting on it for over six months without doing one goddamn thing in my favor. My revenge was that both of the people they hired on to take on this "job" after I left (in tears) both quit before their six months were out and in the end they had to split my ONE job into THREE before anyone would even take it on. HA.

On a more recent - to the guy at work that i've spent the last two years crushing on, and thus doing stupid things like giving you inside skinny on work gossip and hooking you up with an office you totally do not qualify for, and breaking my stupid fucking neck to get to know you better and be a good, honest friend to - FUCK YOU for not being able to muster up any compassion or kindness when I finally confessed my feelings to you. You not being interested in my romatically is one thing; you completely humiliating me and making it clear how much you don't care about being my friend - or about me at all - is another. So if you're wondering why I won't talk to you any more...I only hang out with people who want to hang out with me. You, my former friend, can go suck a duck and wallow in that aloneness you treasure so much.
Wow. I actually feel better! :-)

schizophrenic ex-girlfriend harassing you for dumping her