Things that bug me part III
...or TtBM pt III as people in the know know it as:
The word "proper." please stop using that word, right now. "album proper" ESPECIALLY bugs me.
when a rich person on a talk show "wishes he could afford that Harley, man." Fuck you. You could afford 20 Harleys just by sitting there wishing you could afford a Harley, man. YARGH!! When rich people pretend to be poor at all bugs the shit out of me. (i'm looking at you, Strokes.) Did you know they make jeans without holes in them?
When people ask me at work, after I've recited what we have by the slice, if the "mushroom olive has any meat on it." No, if the mushroom/olive would have had meat on it, i would have... for example, said "we also have mushroom, olive, and pepperoni." or you can also replace "pepperoni" with any other tortured, unhealthy, steroid injected animal product there you want. if i say "mushroom/olive" i really mean "mushroom/olive."
Vancouver, Washington. Don't expect me to stick around this shithole much longer. Vancouver makes Portland look like Auckland, NZ in the spring time. God I hate vancouver!
Yes... I've joined the empty sport of Vancouver, Washington bashing, and you know what? It feels good. This shithole redneck mecca deserves it. I don't care if i was "born on main street." fuck that hick shit. this town is full of rednecks, and it makes me root for Osama. I can't go to the fucking grocery store without being called a fag. imagine that! me! being called a fag by a couple 90 lb pinheads. and i don't do anything! those two shitheads (i would use the word "fag" if i wasn't trying to make a point) should be in the hospital. that alone makes me want to get a gun. god that would have been satisfying. (either intimidating them with it, or ACTUALLY shooting them with it.)
basically, everything bugs me part infinity.
The word "proper." please stop using that word, right now. "album proper" ESPECIALLY bugs me.
when a rich person on a talk show "wishes he could afford that Harley, man." Fuck you. You could afford 20 Harleys just by sitting there wishing you could afford a Harley, man. YARGH!! When rich people pretend to be poor at all bugs the shit out of me. (i'm looking at you, Strokes.) Did you know they make jeans without holes in them?
When people ask me at work, after I've recited what we have by the slice, if the "mushroom olive has any meat on it." No, if the mushroom/olive would have had meat on it, i would have... for example, said "we also have mushroom, olive, and pepperoni." or you can also replace "pepperoni" with any other tortured, unhealthy, steroid injected animal product there you want. if i say "mushroom/olive" i really mean "mushroom/olive."
Vancouver, Washington. Don't expect me to stick around this shithole much longer. Vancouver makes Portland look like Auckland, NZ in the spring time. God I hate vancouver!
Yes... I've joined the empty sport of Vancouver, Washington bashing, and you know what? It feels good. This shithole redneck mecca deserves it. I don't care if i was "born on main street." fuck that hick shit. this town is full of rednecks, and it makes me root for Osama. I can't go to the fucking grocery store without being called a fag. imagine that! me! being called a fag by a couple 90 lb pinheads. and i don't do anything! those two shitheads (i would use the word "fag" if i wasn't trying to make a point) should be in the hospital. that alone makes me want to get a gun. god that would have been satisfying. (either intimidating them with it, or ACTUALLY shooting them with it.)
basically, everything bugs me part infinity.