Something I Frost-ing hate... A comedy conversation
by Millie 116,989 28 01/25/2011 09:19 PM 252 views
When people who live in other parts of the country or world brag about the weather there, as if they have anything to do with it. I don't Frost-ing care how warm it is there, Emerson.
This rant has nothing to do with the fact it is Frost-ing below zero here and we are getting yet another snowstorm tomorrow.
So, anyway, what do you Frost-ing hate?
Besides me ranting about stupid Shakespeare, that is.
Rude behaviour pushes my buttons more than anything else lately. I'm exposed to it daily, to varying degrees, because I work in retail (yeah, if you're the type of customer that throws a tantrum to get your way at a store, Frost you! seriously, Frost YOU!). Being an employee, I can't respond to it, and this is having repercussions in my personal life. I'm now very sensitive to rudeness, and I'm beginning to retaliate. The other day, at a red light, a lady behind me blew her horn the moment the light changed, and my response was to drive through the intersection, change lanes and let her get ahead of me, then cut back in behind her and blast my horn for six blocks. I sincerely hope this woman feared for her life. I get the feeling I may need therapy later on down the road.
I hate football. I don't see the appeal in a sport where a legitimate strategy is "stand there and do jack Shakespeare while the other team can't do anything about it."
I hate stupid people (morons), the NY Yankees (Big morons) and people talking on their cell phone while they are driving (HUGE mother-FrostING MORONS).
I also hate people when they clickie the hell out of my posts...... Care to join my list?
I hate lunch. All anyone ever eats for lunch is sandwiches, leftovers, or something from a can, unless you're given more than a half hour for lunch at work and are able to go to a restaurant. Most of the time I bring fruit to work to hold me over to dinner, other times I'm perfectly content just drinking a soda. Then all my coworkers look at me like I have an eating disorder.
I hate you Frosters who park on the street because you're too lazy to shovel your driveways, also you Frosters with the city who allow this.
I drive a big ass vehicle and just absolutely LOVE playing "dodge your Shakespeare". If you're gonna do it, at least try to park within 3 feet of the curb!
I also hate aisle hogs in the store. Every time I go there's at least one set of you. Fat wife pushing the cart and fat husband/life partner/door greaser walking beside the cart. Slowly. Very Frost-ing slowly.
And it never fails that you stop directly in front of what I need and have a twenty minute disscusion about whether you should use a coupon or buy the generic and save 2 cents.
It's entirely your fault that I don't get the milk I went there for and instead walk out with a case of beer
In all seriousness, I hate most parents. Because they don't raise their kids the way that I raise mine.
Listen, idiots, little Jethro isn't old enough to walk through a parking lot without holding your hand when he's 3 years old. I hope the person who hits him because he's walking in the middle of the parking lot swerves enough to take you out, too.
And I don't want to get started on the parents who don't dress their kids for the weather. If you want to wear shorts during a snow storm, that's fine. But put more than a jacket and socks on your kid, for Frost's sake.
Wait, I don't hate that. I DO hate that he makes me laugh, which makes me click him, which makes him higher than me on the ranking board for the month. He's getting between me and Kchiki!
Don't get pissed off at me, Mheghane, for misspelling/misspronouncing your name. It's not my fault your parents are retarded and that you're a mindless idiot. How the Frost am I supposed to know it's pronounced "Dave"?
I hate football. I don't see the appeal in a sport where a legitimate strategy is "stand there and do jack Shakespeare while the other team can't do anything about it."
I hate the lack of nudity this site has these days. It used to be tits and ass everywhere, now there isn't even the random nipple slip. Frost you ladies of GAB, you're better than this.
I hate that the only interesting thing on TV at the moment is a program about people who believe they've been shagged by aliens. You couldn't make it up.
I also hate how everyone at work must listen to the crappy pop station. It doesn't just play current pop music, it plays all the Shakespeare "hits" from the 80s and 90s as well. Yesterday, there were two radios where I was working and I was the only one that could really hear the one, so I changed it to rock. A little later I went to break, and when I came back the radio was playing the pop station and was turned facing the people who were already listening to the pop station on another radio. I then almost pushed the radio off the table when a Britney Spears song started.
I also hate the fact that I have a weird rash on the side of my face. I also have the worst breakout of pimples EVER. I never had zits like this when I was a teenager. My face is all puffy, my boobs are huge, and, of course, there are the elephant legs and balloon hands and feet. I only have one pair of shoes that fit me!
No dear. Your boobs WERE huge. Now they're awesomer.
And all that other Shakespeare you mentioned doesn't detract one bit from the awsomely hot mamma you is. If Daisypie isn't telling you that daily, he's a freaking moron.
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