Gordon Brown really does look like someone drew a grumpy face on their scrotum.
I don't like double negatives (I didn't see nuffin'), or the way that in comics when somebody's head falls off, they make a joke about the body not being able to see because it no eyes, but it can still always hear without ears. |
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It's a common opinion.
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People who are shitty at making plans.
Being responsible for getting people together sucks for me. |
Not being able to remember something that's vital to a conversation, then remember it about three hours later when you're in bed or something.
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I hate it when you say pardon after someone's told you something, but understand what they're saying when they're quarterway through repeating it.
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I hate mouth-breathers. Dumb fucks.
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In case you haven't read my blog I hate magpies. I'm going back to where I got attacked with a cap gun and a hufuckingmungous stick.
Geeze, I can't wait 'till spring is over. |
abbreviated names, WOF
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Wait what? D:
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You heard her.
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She did a comma, not a colon.
This implies she just hates me for no good reason. |
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She hates your name, not you =) hopefully.
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Dix burned you Mat. Burned you down to the wick.
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Like his name isn't Dix Anna Doo.
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Because Anna does dick.
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Plus, she clearly separated them. She said that she hates abbreviated names, and WoF.
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After this thread, Kastere not thunk so gud no more.
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I'm left handed, so I really hate when someone prepares my dinner and put's the fork on the right side and the knife on the left. Because I keep having to switch the damn things over.
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That's weird- I'm right handed yet hold the fork in my left hand. I use my right hand for 90% of things. And then when it comes to feet, I'm left footed. |
Strange, considering I kick with my right foot. xD
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"Dix burned a Mat because the wick was all gone so something had to burn." |
I hate when I have to act like a care about something someone says. It's difficult for me!
Old Woman: My cat just died! Me: Great....>.> Old Woman: Asshole Me: *shifty eyes* |
You learn to lie sincerely about those things with age
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But unfortunately sometimes it goes the other way:
Me: I was at a funeral for a distant relative I didn't really know but had to go to support my dad. Friend: Oh, I'm so sorry for your loss! Are you okay? Do you need a hug? etc... |
I hate my dorm and everyone in it... with a fucking passion...
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