Slo said:Fuck you.
Lisa Lashes said:Fuck:
People who PMed me and tried to get into what they thought were female panties
Lost Weekend said:You must post a list of all the people who PM'd you. It will complete the joke oh, so well!
Heh, this is why I've never tried one. I'm afraid I'll do something stupid and piss off other people. I just go to an actual cashier.MoxManiac said:-People that can't figure out the automated check out thing at supermarkets and fuck it all up, delaying everyone else waiting.
Dan said:Heh, this is why I've never tried one. I'm afraid I'll do something stupid and piss off other people. I just go to an actual cashier.
xsarien said:Scan your shit, put the money in, leave. It's kinda brainless. The only thing that can screw you up is if the bill slot doesn't like your money, so keep a credit card handy.
RevenantKioku said:Despite that, I still respect Dan for having the courtesy to admit he's not confident with the machinery and doesn't wish to hold up others
Plus one for you good ol' Dan. You're helping the team.
And I hate crotchety old people.
Blinky said:Fuck the Square side of SquareEnix
thom said:In the words of Mr. Clayton Bigsby "If you have hate in your heart let it out".
I'll start:
Man, do I fucking hate "Good Charlotte"
TheQueen'sOwn said:I hate:
- fuckers who play online who are teamkillers
I hate you.Boomer said:Guilty pleasure of mine...I love it. Especially Counterstrike...1 headshot with scout to a teammates head takes them to 1hp...hilarious.
Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Hasidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass!
RevenantKioku said:Oh yeah, and fuck tipping. What a stupid ass system.
Oh, yeah. I'm sure it's a fairly straightforward system. I just happen to always do my grocery shopping when it's rather busy, and I don't really care to fiddle with the thing for the first time when there are lines. If it's not busy, then I can do my little experimenting.xsarien said:Well, yeah, I'm just saying. Maybe he can practice late at night when nobody's really shopping. Once you have the system down, it's pretty damned convenient.
thom said:mr. white = mr. pink
-People that don't like SF3's Q
Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Hasidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass!
I hate ugly people that call other people ugly. Man what a joke. I've never called an ugly person ugly, even when they called me ugly and I knew I was miles ahead of whatever surgery could do for them.
- fuckers who play online that don't realize they are playing a game not real life (don't be afraid!!! STOP HIDING!!)
Nikashi said:Fuck movie prices at a good theatre. If you don't go to a matinee or a cheap seat day, you're almost paying as much to sit down and watch a movie ONCE as you'd pay for the DVD. Wanna know why piracy is on the rise? Because it's $14 for a movie, $7 for a bag of popcorn, and $4 for a $1.50 Big Gulp. Yeah, I'm gonna sit here and download movies, then buy the DVD. Fuck theatres.
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